Whew!! I haven't even logged in over here for a few days. I signed on to find a MESS of spams--all of which were caught in moderation or the blacklist. Pretty Good!! Well, the reason for the quiet is going to come out shortly to all of my faithful readers who don't already know. I and my husband of 26 years are splitting up. So far, it's going amicably, our focus being making this as smooth as possible for everyone involved. I'll be pretty busy, obviously, over the next few weeks with this transition. We're both starting to look forward to the future. That's a positive, isn't it? There needs to be a positive. Talk to y'all soon.
Help with Homework!!! I spent the afternoon cleaning up the last of this @#($)% essay (Toni Morrison, I'm hoping that one day I will again be able to read your work without screaming), and decided on a whim to send it off to kid#1 the English geek/ college daughter. Just wanted to see how much of a giggle she'd get out of Old Mom's babbling. Just wanted to see if anybody else could understand wth I was trying to say--I could no longer step back far enough to see if I made any sense. I was trying to cram my size ten feet into size six shoes. Ten minutes later, the phone rang. "Mom, happy Mother's Day. Your citations are no good." Apparently in the centuries since I was last in school, colleges have switched over to something called MLA style citations. No more roman numerals, footnotes, endnotes, or ibids. None of the stuff I SPENT TWO HOURS on yesterday! x-( Thankfully, it didn't take too long to convert my incorrectly-done citations to the new format. I still can't get over the idea that the MLA format looks weird, though. The essay is DONE, though. Turned in. Out of my hands. Thank God I have a smart, ex-writing lab kid willing to take a bit out of her day to put her mom on the road to (maybe--keep fingers crossed) a "B"!!! I think this means I buy the next sushi dinner.
"Hey! Is this thing working? How come this camera doesn't......" CLICK!!! ".....oh, I see.....I didn't know you had to wait after you pushed the button."
Just a short update on the crappiest Monday I've had in a very long time. J's funeral is tomorrow in his hometown, a small farm town just outside of Green Bay. Right now, there are eleven of us who are planning to make the two-hour drive over there. We have scrambled to cover our jobs, to make shift swaps; and the company has stretched the overtime rules and reassigned people so that we are able to do this. J always commented that he wondered how many years it would be before he felt like this small town was home. I understood that feeling--even after 25 years here, there are many times I still feel like an outsider of sorts. I wonder if he realized just how many of us thought of him as a friend. I wonder if he would have thought of this as "home" now. UPDATE: What on earth would compell a pastor to tell a grieving family and friends that "sometimes we need 'little reminders' that life is short"? Little REMINDERS???? I wanted to get up and swat that man after he made that remark. The thing that stopped me was the thought that somewhere out there, a red-headed "little reminder" named J was laughing his @$$ off. He would have loved it.
Lost a member of my crew today. He'd called in sick a couple days ago, and still didn't show up for work this morning. We had an uneasy feeling about this yesterday when we didn't hear from him, since the guy was a serious diabetic--multiple shots daily. It just wasn't like him to just not show up for work, without calling, without contact of some sort. And our phone calls and voicemails went unanswered all weekend. It just wasn't the sort of thing he'd do, but we thought maybe what we knew of his sick call was slightly confused. Maybe he was taking off the whole weekend instead of just one day. Since that's "personal medical info", we couldn't know for sure. Like I said, it was just a bad feeling. Guess we should pay attention to "bad feelings". So...today, we expressed these concerns to our boss. He was already concerned as well, and it was passed up to HR. They called to ask that a county squad be sent out to J's house to check on him. An hour later, I saw our HR manager and Union pres heading towards my booth; mill manager, production manager, and department head following along not far behind.... To make a long story short, J was found dead. No signs of foul play. Not sure how long--possibly since early Saturday morning, before anybody really would have missed him. Still, we're all doing a lot of kicking ourselves--what if we'd said something yesterday, instead of waiting till today? Maybe it wouldn't have made any difference, but....maybe it would have. The rest of the day, including a short maintenance shutdown and restart, was a blur. Tears do that, I guess. Godspeed, NotQuiteRight. I'm going to miss your cheerful "hello, young lady" (even though I'm a year older than you , you old fart!). It was good knowing you, and your great twisted self-deprecating humor. I wish I had gone out for that beer Wednesday night after all.
Still trying to recover from the weekend, lol--although in this case, it's going to take awhile. There were a lot of highs and lows, from the incredible high of seeing everyone again to a semi-low of RAIN RAIN RAIN RAIN.... emotional highs and lows --the rollercoaster I never was able to ride before. I think maybe I can cross #4 off the list now. This was a highlight--just LOOK at all of us!! and this was a moving moment for me, finally seeing this just a few hours before my plane left: (Did I mention it rained?)