Friday, February 18, 2011

The Christmas jewels

My Great-Aunt Elizabeth was much beloved by my family. She laughed a lot, put out a big dinner for Thanksgiving, and lived in a beautiful brick home that Great-Uncle Chester built. I have a lot of wonderful childhood memories from that house. In due time, she passed away, and I helped my mother clean up her things at her home. So you can imagine my delight when I received this package under my tree at Christmas, wrapped with a bit of ribbon, from my mother. All of her rhinestone jewelry, and now I can enjoy it every day. Thanks, Blondie.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The flowers are lovely

We in The Company have for some weeks had extensive and painful discussions about a gentleman from Cameroon. So when G showed up with African violets for Valentine's day, it was a real trip. Thanks, sweetie, it was the perfect touch.

Monday, February 14, 2011

blustery start to a week of rain

We really need the rain here, so I cannot complain. Last week was warm and sunny and I spent a lot of time looking at the weeds in the yard.

I also enjoyed the various pink trees in bloom, so I am hoping the rain will be gentle and not the kind that knocks all the petals to the ground. Yesterday we got the first blossoms on our plum tree. I'll just look at them out the window and be grateful for a week of rain.

Friday, February 11, 2011

looking forward to the weekend

I think this unpleasant diversion has blown over, the investigation shows the charges were unfounded (surprise!). I seriously need to get this thread back on track. Saturday is Peninsula Wearable Arts Guild meeting, of which I have been an enthusiastic member for about 15 years, followed by lunch with dear friends. The weeds in the yard are growing better than the plants I tend, so I need to get busy with that. The fruit trees need spraying with copper for leaf curl before bud break, which will be soon given how warm it is now, in the 60's. Yup, happy times are here again.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

yup, life goes on, part 3

The Come to Jesus meeting did not seem to work. Snot Nosed Post-Doc walked out on me when I gave him a direct request (well, order) to do something. The good news is I get to go home tomorrow. I'm really grateful to have management squarely behind me, but when the proverbial substance hits the rotating oscillator, everyone gets dirty. Fortunately I have managed a lot of successful collaborations, as have my managers, and we have a track record of doing it well.

Time for dinner. Yup, life goes on.