It has been that sort of week, fraught with drama, emergencies, and deadlines. We are down to four attorneys this week (in a six attorney office), and still missing one paralegal (it has been months). So nobody is filing their nails or indulging in long lunches. Despite the never-ending work, the dead and dying elevators, and my head cold, I am happy. Singing-in-the-car happy (apparently Lady Gaga and I sing in the same key.)
I was going to comment on the Dr. Phil interviews of Cindy and George Anthony, but I decided that none of them, including Dr. Phil, deserve any of my time. Idiots.
I'm seeing a couple of books I want to read on Kindle. Patricia Cornwell's Port Mortuary has reached a price I consider fair (I will not pay $14.99 for a Kindle book, even if I can read it on all of my electronic devices). I also accidentally discovered a book by actor Michael Tucker, Family Meals: Coming Together to Care for an Aging Parent, that I think I want to read, as it addresses senile dementia. I have been avoiding reading from my not-inconsiderable stash of hardcore murder mysteries lately, simply because I am not seeing the entertainment value in serial killer insanity or detailed descriptions of unspeakable torture. I love those types of books, but sometimes I need the kinder, gentler murders described in the Golden Age Mysteries by Ellery Queen and Rex Stout. Kindle versions of my beloved Ellery Queen remain few and far between, and I have read most of the Rex Stout novels currently available. Still waiting for Ngaio Marsh and my favorite Heinleins to show up in Kindle format. Hello, Amazon?
I also have not been reading much these last few weeks because I am knitting. Lots of knitting. Knitting with a view, when I can steal a few minutes to gaze out the window of my office during a truncated lunch break. Still working on the circular baby blanket and the baby surprise jacket. They don't match and are not intended for the same recipient, but they are delightful to work on.
Good grief, Charlie Brown, it has been over a week since I drafted that incomplete lead off to a blog post that never occurred. The baby blanket is completed, and so is the baby: My Number One Niece gave birth to her daughter, Bailey Rose, on September 21, 2011. Time for me to pull in the ends, sew in the zipper, wash and block and prepare for shipping.
We have been beyond busy in our office, and all of us are walking around looking like the walking wounded. Our numbers are up, which is a sad commentary on human beings in general and parents in particular. I was finally reduced to tears, but because they were happy tears, I want to share that story with you.
Yesterday I was privileged to attend an adoption. The child is turning 18 on Sunday, but it was vitally important to him that this adoption take place while he was still legally a child. The new father, who is a friend, a colleague, and a coworker, happens to be gay. The child spent 5 years in our foster care system, and until a little less than a year ago, my friend would not have been able to adopt the child because of a retarded - and I use that word correctly - provision of Chapter 63, Florida Statutes.
I am so proud and happy at so many different levels that I am having difficulty expressing it. I am unable to go into the details of the work and worry that consumed a few of us as the eleventh hour approached, so I will thank all of you, and if you happen to read this, you know who you are.
I have not cooked anything worth blogging about in quite a while. On the other hand, I did finish knitting thecrumpled bath mat manta ray baby surprise jacket, and it is quite adorable and amazing. I will put it away for the future, so that if I hit a knitting slump, I will still have something handmade to present. Someone is always having babies, so it seems.
We have a lot of leftover Chinese food in the fridge - hey, we gotta eat, even when I don't cook - but I will have to spend some time in the kitchen tomorrow. Maybe lasagna, maybe fish, maybe beef stew. Inspiration, anyone?
Good grief, Charlie Brown, it has been over a week since I drafted that incomplete lead off to a blog post that never occurred. The baby blanket is completed, and so is the baby: My Number One Niece gave birth to her daughter, Bailey Rose, on September 21, 2011. Time for me to pull in the ends, sew in the zipper, wash and block and prepare for shipping.
We have been beyond busy in our office, and all of us are walking around looking like the walking wounded. Our numbers are up, which is a sad commentary on human beings in general and parents in particular. I was finally reduced to tears, but because they were happy tears, I want to share that story with you.
Yesterday I was privileged to attend an adoption. The child is turning 18 on Sunday, but it was vitally important to him that this adoption take place while he was still legally a child. The new father, who is a friend, a colleague, and a coworker, happens to be gay. The child spent 5 years in our foster care system, and until a little less than a year ago, my friend would not have been able to adopt the child because of a retarded - and I use that word correctly - provision of Chapter 63, Florida Statutes.
I am so proud and happy at so many different levels that I am having difficulty expressing it. I am unable to go into the details of the work and worry that consumed a few of us as the eleventh hour approached, so I will thank all of you, and if you happen to read this, you know who you are.
I have not cooked anything worth blogging about in quite a while. On the other hand, I did finish knitting the
We have a lot of leftover Chinese food in the fridge - hey, we gotta eat, even when I don't cook - but I will have to spend some time in the kitchen tomorrow. Maybe lasagna, maybe fish, maybe beef stew. Inspiration, anyone?
Soup. Make us some SOUP. We are heading into Fall, so tis the season.
ReplyDeleteCongrats to both your colleague and niece on their new bundles of joy!!