I like to visit

but I am glad I don't work here. My company bought their company a few years ago. There is a lot of pressure for this site to become profitable. The people are nice, friendly, helping me to understand the work. Several of them will take me to dinner shortly (friendly, but they also get a free dinner out of it). The management, not so much. We are all under orders to communicate ONLY with G, and he will approve any communications. He doesn't want us to distract them from his agenda. I'm not thinking this will be helpful in actually managing my collaboration where I want to know something.

On the other hand, it is a stunningly beautiful drive from the hotel to the site, gorgeous as only a seaside road in Southern California can be. Too bad I am sitting in a cube while I tell you about it.

tomorrow will be a good day

Tomorrow, I have my last physical therapy appointment for my poor broken, stitched-together shoulder. Tomorrow, I go back to the doctor for an x-ray and a checkup. I hope I will then be able to lift something larger than a cup of coffee. I have weeds to pull and holes to dig, and sitting in the chair ain't gittin' 'er done. So I was discussing with G the list of things I need to ask the doctor if/when I can do. The doctor is an Asian, 35-ish Type A personality, very sharp as you would expect for a sports med kind of guy. G said to ask him when I can use the trapeze in the bedroom and see what he says to THAT.

a little story

My life has been hijacked when my computer hard drive died. I have to reload all my software, so while that is going on, I can tell you a funny story. The people down the street moved last weekend. He had been out of work for a year, so the street was happy for him, the two kids, the dog and the mom that he found a new contract as principal of an elementary school.

After they moved out, the for sale sign went up and there was an open house Sunday. As neighbors will do, we all went in to check out the place. Well, it was FILTHY. Nasty is not too strong an adverb. Several of us gathered in Sue's driveway to cluck over the state of the interior. Jan said that when the mom was at her house, she said she didn't cook and she didn't clean. Without batting an eye, her husband said to the deeply religious mom, "I hope you are a good screw."

I guess in this case cleanliness takes a very distant back seat to godliness.