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Thursday, March 11, 2004

I stayed home alone tonight. That's unusual for a Thursday, but there's so much happening (and all at the same time, it seems) that my main mission right now is to be out of the way. People are moving, parties are being planned, and commotion is rampant. It's kind of dizzying, actually. Especially if you're in the middle of it. Which I'm not.

It's hard for me to keep up with everyone's agenda for the upcoming weekend. I know that tomorrow is the big moving day for Tammy and David. They don't get the key to the new place until late afternoon, but they plan to sleep there tomorrow night.

That takes a lot of planning and a little luck, I think. The motivation to have it over and done is an eloquent persuader. Nothing gets accomplished as easily as those things we want to look back on with satisfaction.

And then Saturday, amidst all this upheaval, is D.J.'s birthday party. About forty people will be there, roughly half adults and half children. (Plus those of us who are half both.) It will be at Suzanne's house, where we've been having family parties for over a quarter of a century. This might be one of the last of its kind, though, what with the move and all. It'll also be the first of its kind. Or at least, it's the first one with exotic animals in attendance.

Whatever help I can be, I'll do my best, even if it's just mostly staying out of the way. The first thing Tammy wants to do in her new house is line the shelves. David has help lined up for the unloading and arranging. The kids are being looked after by their father's family.

Nevertheless, I plan to show up to see if anyone hands me something and tells me what to do with it. Anything that requires no skill and little strength is right up my alley. I don't have much imagination when it comes to decorating (just look at my place), but once I get an assignment, I tend to rip into it with both hands until it's done. Plus, I haven't even seen their new place yet, so I'm kind of eager to take a look.

8 March 2004

Hints in the clouds.

Fortunately, it seems that the good weather will hold through the jammed-up weekend. None of this was planned to happen all at the same time; it just worked out that way. That makes Sunday a day to look forward to, even more than usual. I know almost for certain that by then there won't be anything left that anyone wants me to do. And it's probably just as well.

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Instead of faxing the Project to the Boss this afternoon as planned, I decided to anticipate his questions. I went over the spreadsheets and refined the numbers. Now they're easier to understand and harder to pick apart. That doesn't mean he won't have "suggestions," but to me it looks complete. To be consistent I should have waited until noon tomorrow to fax it to him, but instead I did it at 5 pm tonight. I haven't heard back from him yet. I just hope he doesn't want to get started first thing tomorrow morning, because I have other plans for the day.

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