Friday. I need more coffee, but it's upsetting my stomach, so I'll sit here and drink a diet lime coke instead. I think I'm addicted to them. Nothing else tastes good anymore. It's a lovely, gray, rainy day, which suits my mood perfectly. I have a meeting to go to where things will undoubtedly escalate into a poo-flinging contest, but I have to go anyway. I would try not to say anything at this meeting, but my boss asked me for input about problems we're having with support from this other area, and lo and behold, my input became the agenda. I guess I'll get through it, but I don't have the heart for this kind of confrontation right now. I'll probably end up kow-towing to save face, since I don't want to break down in front of these guys. It's already been a stressful morning, since today's the last day to order stuff on this fiscal year's budget, and my boss came in at 5:30 last night needing two color laser printers and five laptops ordered. My procuremet card is maxed, unless they've already cleared the balance for processing purposes, so I ordered two printers on another girl's p-card, then used hers for two of the five laptops, then tried to see if they would sandwich the other three on mine. I finished placing the order two minutes before the billing manager came in to tell me not to order anything else because of some mixup she'd had. So I'm in the doghouse - but what else is new. I stay in the doghouse so much I've gone ahead and started the re-decorating process - might as well enjoy my frequent stays.
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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