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Apr. 20th, 2005 09:43 amThank you for the book, Ursula!
The Boy and I spent a wonderful three days together playing in the yard. Where there once was a broken ankle waiting to happen, there now is a retaining wall and a gravelled, stepped path with stairs. We can now walk from the front of our house to the back without fear, and with something pretty to look at. We transplanted some Ruddbeckia and what we think are Echinacea from the back yard, and bought a bachelor's button and two lavendar-looking things for the bed we put on the inside of the path. It looks totally spiffy, and once the Echinaceas perk back up, I'll take a picture for you.
Since then, I've been back at work. We've had no news, but my thesis advisor is visiting. He gave a talk yesterday, and although I wish he'd been able to talk about the other projects in the lab, he focused on the biofilm work. So it felt like a Bronwyn tribute. All the data (well, 90% of it) had been generated during my tenure, and was basically re-done or confirmed for the presentation. Some new stuff. It was exciting to see how well my work is turning out, but I've heard that the wonderful gal who took over my pet project is taking the Master's route. I fear for the life of my work. I want my baby back. I don't want it to die abandoned!
I hope to have some time to chat with the old boy today. I want some advice, a peptalk. . . something.
The past few days have found my brain functioning better than usual. It must be my Smart Week of the month, I suppose. That, or the fact that I'm presenting two lab meetings next week may be inducing some motivation. In any case, I've felt somewhat more intelligent. I have about 5 different projects, or irons I could have on proverbial fires.
I've been spending my time learning how to light fires with neither match nor kerosene. Flint, anyone?
Some things are starting to work, others look to be more difficult than I thought. . . others look to be downright impossible. Okay maybe not impossible, but let's say we'd be calling Ripley's should I manage to pull it off. Seriously. I'll embellish later once I've quintuple-checked my math.
My Love has hit the road for Prospect to take care of things at the other house. I know it's not a matter of life-or-death, but if you have a box of mojo for things like financial security, please send some mojo that we can sell the house super-soon. And that somebody will appreciate the greatness that is My Love and answer one of the many job apps he's submitted. The stress monkey would shrink to pin-size if I could only have these wishes granted.
For today, I'll send wishes that Jeff has a safe trip. I miss him already.
Sap, much?
The Boy and I spent a wonderful three days together playing in the yard. Where there once was a broken ankle waiting to happen, there now is a retaining wall and a gravelled, stepped path with stairs. We can now walk from the front of our house to the back without fear, and with something pretty to look at. We transplanted some Ruddbeckia and what we think are Echinacea from the back yard, and bought a bachelor's button and two lavendar-looking things for the bed we put on the inside of the path. It looks totally spiffy, and once the Echinaceas perk back up, I'll take a picture for you.
Since then, I've been back at work. We've had no news, but my thesis advisor is visiting. He gave a talk yesterday, and although I wish he'd been able to talk about the other projects in the lab, he focused on the biofilm work. So it felt like a Bronwyn tribute. All the data (well, 90% of it) had been generated during my tenure, and was basically re-done or confirmed for the presentation. Some new stuff. It was exciting to see how well my work is turning out, but I've heard that the wonderful gal who took over my pet project is taking the Master's route. I fear for the life of my work. I want my baby back. I don't want it to die abandoned!
I hope to have some time to chat with the old boy today. I want some advice, a peptalk. . . something.
The past few days have found my brain functioning better than usual. It must be my Smart Week of the month, I suppose. That, or the fact that I'm presenting two lab meetings next week may be inducing some motivation. In any case, I've felt somewhat more intelligent. I have about 5 different projects, or irons I could have on proverbial fires.
I've been spending my time learning how to light fires with neither match nor kerosene. Flint, anyone?
Some things are starting to work, others look to be more difficult than I thought. . . others look to be downright impossible. Okay maybe not impossible, but let's say we'd be calling Ripley's should I manage to pull it off. Seriously. I'll embellish later once I've quintuple-checked my math.
My Love has hit the road for Prospect to take care of things at the other house. I know it's not a matter of life-or-death, but if you have a box of mojo for things like financial security, please send some mojo that we can sell the house super-soon. And that somebody will appreciate the greatness that is My Love and answer one of the many job apps he's submitted. The stress monkey would shrink to pin-size if I could only have these wishes granted.
For today, I'll send wishes that Jeff has a safe trip. I miss him already.
Sap, much?
