ramblin'

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

I don’t know if it’s payback or entitlement or what, but I decided that since the Boss was sending me on an unnecessary errand this morning, I would take a little extra time to do something for myself. He wouldn’t even ask me to go to FedEx to overnight something to him. He made Julie ask me, so I was more likely not to whine and try to get out of it.

The thing is, they could have asked me for this document a week ago, or even more, and I would have been able to send it by regular mail. Since I go to the post office every single day, that wouldn’t have been much of a strain. But since I had to cross the freeway to get to the FedEx place I like (and I wouldn’t go to one I didn’t like), I stayed on the other side and did some things for me.

Of course, the only one who really suffers is my own self, since I don’t really have time for gallivanting during the work day. I had to work late to finish payroll tonight, and none of the other things on my list even got touched today, much less roped and wrestled to the ground.

So that’s how I found myself at the haircutting place in the mall, the very same place where I’ve given generous tips for two lousy haircuts in a row. They don’t seem so lousy when I walk out of the shop, but by the next day I usually look as if I’ve just been returned from an alien abduction. This time I walked out of the shop not feeling so great about the haircut, so maybe this one will work out better. I hope so, because I left a big tip.

Clouds over clouds.

While I was at the mall, I also got a new battery for my watch. It’s been something like four months since I’ve worn a watch. Before that I had it on whenever I left the house. Anyone could ask me what time it was and I’d know. That’s the kind of high-class rep wearing a watch will give you. Since September I’ve had to ask other people for the time. Such shame I’ve never known.

I don’t know if I’ll remember to put in on when I go out. I don’t know for sure if I even want to know the time any more. I’ve done pretty well without it for these last few months. But I didn’t spend $7.95 at JC Penney for nothing, so I’m sure I’ll get used to wearing a watch again. I’ll probably just forget to look at it.

bunt sign

Stuff

I also wandered down to the bookstore while I was at the mall and spent another few bucks. I just finished a Maeve Binchy novel, and in looking through the list inside I saw the titles of at least two of her books I didn’t think I’d ever read. I could only find one of those on the bookstore shelf, so I bought it. It’s called Evening Class, and it’s the story of two of the characters featured in Quentins, the one I just finished. I’m so happy to be back in that world again, whenever I have time to read (and believe me, that’s one thing I make time for, tax season or not).

Recent recommendations can always be found on the links page.

One year ago: Worth It
"David's face as he watched Tammy walk down the aisle with D.J. The three of them lighting the unity candle. The speeches. The dancing. The food. Dakota bounding down the stairs, counting them off: 'One. Two Three. Four. Five. Fourteen!'"

Two years ago: Embarking
"There isn't a class I can take in this, is there? One that isn't taught by a car salesman?"

Three years ago: Undismayed
"If they had hands, they would have been clenched at their sides, or pointing crooked fingers at me as I went by."

Four years ago: Glub! Glub! Glub!
"Sometimes you're riding the raft down the river, and sometimes you're under the raft."

Five years ago: No Time
"And, quite possibly, the world is carried on the back of a giant turtle."

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