1. We spent lunch break in a committee meeting about whether to call the timetable blocks "A""B""C""D" or "1""2""3""4". It took the entire break. This kind of thing makes me mad. As in mad like a hatter. Why am I on this committee?
2. On Carolyn's advice I decided to take the direct route with NJ and just ask him when the hell he plans on leaving so I can have his job. He was honest with me; he has decided to stay after all. I did not like his answer.
3. Now I need to think about whether I want to stay and keep waiting for one of them to die, or whether I should go and find something else. It isn't as easy as it sounds. I have a lot invested here. A lot.
4. I am reading a book I do not understand. It is called, Life After Life, and it is about reincarnation. I like the idea of reincarnation very much, but for some reason nothing in this book is sticking to my brain. It is all slipping straight through.
5. Shawn wants to leave civilization and go live off the grid. For real off the grid, not a metaphor. He wants to live in a house made of mud and recycled tires and I don't know, goat droppings or something. The advantage to living in the goat droppings house is that it grows its own food, makes its own energy, that kind of thing. It means you can live without bills, and living without bills means you don't have to have a job. Or you can pump gas two days a week and live like a King.
I was the one who dropped this suggestion rather flippantly, but I did not expect Shawn to take me seriously. He really likes his stuff, or so I thought. Apparently he is more of a hippie than I took him for, maybe more so than I. Or maybe he just hates his job more than I do. But if that's the case he has only to wait a little longer as I feel the bile rising again.
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And then you'd have to go hang out in a coffee shop with your laptop once in a while to keep us updated.
Can I come? And Dolly?
Yes! Would you really like to live like that, though? Spending your days chopping wood and harvesting greenhouse vegetables? I'm still trying to get my head around the idea... part of me loves it, and part of me is scared I only like the idea, and won't like the reality.
I'd love it. I've always wanted to do it. As long as I have a good bed and ear plugs, I'm happy.
Have you picked up your swinger yet? I received a spam porn email earlier today. I won't share too much of the content, but let's just say I read 'impaled' as 'impaired'.
Yes, a good bed is so important. I don't think you'll need ear plugs out in the woods, though. No one is there making any noise. Except maybe owls.
No swingers so far, but we've been awfully busy. Maybe once the holidays are over. I hope you have responded enthusiastically to your email friend.
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