When I was learning to fly, I founded I need to go more than once a week -- a week
was too long a gap and I had to spend the beginning of the lesson relearning
things from last time. I've concluded babies are like that. They change so fast
that when you don't see them for a couple of weeks they morph beyond all
recognition.
It's been a strenuous week at work. Last night I rushed
home with something I needed to do on Photoshop, worked on it for an hour and a
half, spent a few hours sharing photos and having dinner with a Finnish woman from
our Antarctic trip who's in town this week, and then worked on the Photoshop stuff
some more until 10 PM. Observant readers will note that this is two hours after my
usual bedtime. (And yes, I am a good girl because I got up at 5 and erged 10K.)
Anyway, it's been that sort of week.
I was *so* hoping I could
telecommute Friday. I'd planned to have lunch with Egret and the babies and maybe
another mutual friend. My hopes were torpedoed when I got a summons to a Big
Honking Meeting Friday morning. VPs and other VIPs are involved and there was some
language about how each person asked to attend was invited because she could
"contribute in a unique and meaningful way". The meeting notice did say people not
in Phoenix could call in .... and technically speaking, I don't actually live in
Phoenix .... but given the people involved and the fact that it's the first
meeting of this group, I probably need to show my face. Dammit.
When
I wrote to tell Egret I couldn't make it I was thinking of telling her to tell the
babies not to go off to college before I saw them next, but settled for "tell them
not to start walking and talking before I see them again", thinking this was still
comfortably far away. She wrote back that OG is "still crawling backwards". When I
saw them last less than two weeks ago, they were still at the stage where they
could sit alone but only with help getting into that position, and once seated
they were both pretty much immobile. At this rate they may well be dancing by next
week and sending their own emails the week after that.
And they're
both way cuter than any of our VPs.
Speaking of aging, I have a birthday in less than a week. *hums Happy-Dichroic
tune* They never seem to live up to anticipation, for which I blame
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/0394800761/qid=1078429889//ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i2_xgl14/102-8916285-
1818501?v=glance&n=507846">Dr. Seuss, but this year I have a new strategy.
Since almost all of my relatives who send me presents tend to do so very late,
this year I will interpret this not as a sign of not caring (they do care -- they
call on the actual day) or even of just being very busy (the actual reason, plus
there's an annual craft fair a few weeks later that Mom likes to shop at) but of a
desire on their parts to celebrate my birth over a whole month. I believe in
deliberate self-delusion whenused for a good cause.