Vacations are good.
Everyone should take a break from their desk, even if it's to hide at home. Hey, it's the economical thing to do. Plus, I have you people to entertain me. How could I lose?
Delegating is even better.
I was able to actually delegate a work related task off me onto a committee member because I'm taking this vacationing-away-from-one's-desk very seriously. Better yet... I didn't even feel guilty!
A vacation means...
...you have time to run errands for Hubby while he works. It's okay. I'm his only "Staff" too. And the lady at the Post Office was so helpful today that when I merely requested a Priority Mail shipping box for the item in my hand, she got the box, put the box together, took the item out of my hand, packaged it, taped the box shut, reached for the mailing label out of my other hand AND wished me a nice day. Evidently she's never participated in a "Going postal" moment.
This week has meant the unexpected.
First there was the award from Janie B. and now I have one from Matthew. Well, to be honest he offered them as a pair, but this one is so much more me than the um...."glamorous" one I left in the box outside his doorstep. Besides, "scribbler" pretty much defines my handwriting, which is why I love my keyboard. So thank you Matthew for your kindness and I'll pretend it wasn't just another box you didn't want to unpack when you moved into your new site. Really folks, you should go throw him a housewarming party. :)
(You know, if you people keep this up, I'm going to require you to write a letter to my Boss and explain why everyone ELSE thinks I have a brain....and that it's okay to use it).
Second, I asked Titus to pretend she took me along for the fun of her last Poetry Reading as I was on....well, you know. From the pictures she's posting, evidently we had a brilliant time. And Susan, there was so much chocolate...
Last but not least, Hubby began the week with one of those conversations which starts, "Could you follow me please?" as he pointed to the backdoor. He sounded paternal. He LOOKED paternal and I wondered if there was suddenly a woodshed out back where I was about to be punished. But when we got outside he began to grin.
"You got us a BMW?" was all I could gasp.
"The barter system," he replied with a satisfied smile. "Regular customer wanted a new bow, so we traded."
And as soon as I get the camera out, I'll take a picture of the BMW and post it here. Why? Because I know some of you can't envision trading a bow and arrow set for a Beemer. So, right after I pick my nephew up from school, get my Mom and head to the nursing home for the Aunt's 80th birthday on Oct. 1st I'll post a photo.