I work with a lot of much younger co-workers. The “just a minute” phenomena, which used to be a pain, has become a welcome chance to do a little knitting. Let’s listen in –
“Have you got just a minute?”
“Sure, just let me grab my yarn. What’s up?”
“I have a quick* question?”
*Note: There is no such animal as a “quick question.”
“Great, I love questions. What is it? Have a seat.”
“Well, I have this really weird case? Um, okay, the plaintiff had a bicycle? But, then her boss gave her ex-husband a ferret? Okay, so later their daughter was in a car accident?”*
*(Note: Has anyone located the DNA sequence that causes young women to say everything – even their names – with a questioning intonation? “Hi, I’m Jennifer?”)
Several rows later we get to the point, which inevitably has nothing to do with ferrets, bicycles, or car accidents.
Yesterday, I got about ten rows done while sorting out a problem with interlocutory appeals – I think the corporate types call this a Win/Win situation!
I believe one should thoroughly enjoy one’s birthday. I relish the one day a year to be feted, wined, dined, and legitimately the center of attention. I find an excuse to tell every stranger and sales clerk that it’s my birthday. Yesterday was a lovely birthday day for me. There were flowers waiting at work, along with a once-a-year-is-okay chocolate cheesecake, cards, and a gift. After work Staples, Evan, and I ate at Flying Burrito, a Local restaurant and long-time favorite.
Before the Flying Burrito opened, it was the site of a combination convenience store & laundramat where I used to do law school homework while waiting for the dryers to finish tumbling. Sometimes my contracts professor, Walker Blakey
was also there, maybe doing his laundry too? He lived in the apartments across the street, so it was possible. Anyway, ONE DAY, as I backed out of the parking space in front of the then-laundramat, I was looking back and not paying attention to the front of the car and scraped the car next to me. It had never occurred to me that you had to look front when backing up, and I remember that as the moment I learned this important driving lesson.
Well, last night as I backed out, carefully looking both front and back, I realized that the parking spaces in that parking lot are too narrow and the rows too close together. Hmmph.
Uh, where was I? Oh yeah, lovely birthday and no car scrapes!
1. Red scarf for my niece Katie, Misti Alpaca chunky.
Here is the story behind the scarf:
Katie is a sixteen year old with the ambitious goal of someday being elected to public office. She was class president for her freshman and sophmore years at Leesville Rd. High School; attended some kind of Young Leaders thing in the far north of England at a place that sounds like Hogwarts; was a legislative page at the state level; and audited courses in Game Theory, whatever the hell that is, from Duke. So, am I impressed with my niece? You betcha!
Katie decided last year that the Next Step in her Big Plan was was to attend Phillips Exeter Academy for her junior and senior years of high school. Apparently, they have courses or programs that dovetail with her goals. Also, she wants to attend Harvard and Yale in I forget which order, and graduating from Exeter might be helpful for that.
Which brings us, finally, to the scarf:
Exeter is in New Hampshire, which is cold.
Their school colors are red and something else.
Thus, the red scarf! It’s a surprise for her birthday which is October 14. If you see her, don’t tell.
The first batch of photos from