Wrap-up from the long Thanksgiving
Had two other couples over for Thanksgiving. At the
last minute got a call from a friend: her husband wanted
to bring a friend who was alone that day. He called my
friend's husband Thanksgiving morning to ask, "Hey,
what are you doing today?" I said a flat no and
was pissed at being put in the position. "The poor guy's
all alone today!" Yes, but he counted on that: on no one
being able to say no at the last minute.
We are moving next weekend, so spent most of the
weekend packing. Ugh.
Because the house we're living in is being sold,
the well has to be tested. The real estate agent said,
"They'll put some chlorine in the water - you can still
shower, but don't drink it." So yesterday (Sunday), in
the morning someone is knocking on the door. It was
the man-who-tests-the-water. He was about to cut our
water supply when something told him to ask us if we
were okay with that.
He said that he was going to put a lot of chlorine:
"You can't shower in that; it would burn your eyes
and turn your hair green. And it's really dangerous
for your daughter." referring to my three-year-old. He
was quite nice; said he'd come back tomorrow so we could
do laundry and bathe and other niceties and be ready for
a day without water. The SO had a nice talk with the
real estate agent, who protested her ignorance.
Little Georgie Bush preserved his fragile victory;
doesn't know how to tie his own shoes, but he'll be
our next president. Dick Cheney has a heart attack
trying to explain the concept of counting to
our fearless leader.
Read Wired article about the engineers from
The Soul of a New Machine by Tracy Kidder. I have
a friend (the poet/stockbroker) who loves the book -
I will have to ask him why. When I read it, I was
quite disappointed to find that Tracy was not a woman.
After I read it, my only reaction was, I guess I'm
not the only one who's had shitty jobs.