May 1

And the poor neglected blog weighs on my conscience.  I'm going to post Every Day in May.  31 Days of nattering about dogs and boring crap!   I'm sure those book deals will come rolling in!

Tonight my son-in-law went to a concert with a friend (he's off work tomorrow, but my daughter isn't) so my daughter and Miss D came over for dinner. A great time was had by all, especially Miss D and Wophie.  Sophie is passed out now.  My daughter reports that Miss D wakes up in the night, crying for Wophiedog.  (Poor Murphy is the third wheel, but she's nice to him, too.)  We ate pasta and broccoli, two of her favorite things, and then she raced around with Sophie until both were exhausted and getting crabby.  Everybody's going to bed early tonight.

My working life continues to be interesting.  We are reworking the company website, and yesterday I was drafted to pose for "the team at work" pictures in the conference room, etc.  (Had I been warned, I would at least have put on lip gloss.)  Fortunately, the shots are mostly from across the room, and of the ones I saw I'm almost always in profile, intently looking at spreadsheets and plans. 

It was weird. We had fun with it. Our head of construction was in on it, and he's a riot, so we played games like, "Figure out where the fuck the architects put the dumpster!"  Everybody intently studies plan. "Here?"

I was not drafted for my modeling talent, but because I was the only female on deck dressed in something at least semi-professional that would blend with the guys, who were inexplicably, on boss's orders, wearing jackets and ties.  Developers in Florida in jackets and ties?  How long has he been here? 

A real shot would have been much more fun - cups of coffee, cans of Diet Coke and Mountain Dew on the conference table, guys in golf shirts, women in various stages of business casual, a bunch of people yelling at each other, arguing, and scribbling notes, and ain't nobody dressed like a banker.  But the boss is from Up North, and he still has some of those ways.  We clean up nicely, but that doesn't really capture the energy and passion these people put into what they do.

The house developed a skylight leak, and my garage door opener is finally getting fixed.  I've been approved for a modest mortgage on this place, so I can move forward and do the updates I want to do, and write ONE check a month at the current insanely low mortgage rates, instead of eleventeen checks one at a time, and finally finish it when I'm 90.  When I will have time to do those home improvement things is an entirely different matter. I haven't any idea how THAT will work.

Blog Every Day in May.  Let's see if I can do it.