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Oct. 17th, 2016 10:36 amI believe I can state for sure that I had a pretty full weekend.
I bailed on work at 3:30 on Friday, with permission, and took 2300 pages of CODA Standard 2 to FedEx in Coolidge Corner to be bound and sent to two site visitors (1166 pages each). Of course they couldn't bind them while I waited, but said I could come back at 7:00; any other Friday, I would have, but it happened I had a massage appointment at 6:00 and am not much good for anything afterward. So I went home after the massage with a screaming sore right shoulder (rhomboid spasm, which was not at all inclined to let go, but finally gave up) and took three Advil and put frozen peas on it.
On Saturday morning I got up, took some more Advil, ambled through the shower and the subsequent "sit in the sun and dry hair and provide felines with lap space" routine, and then ambled off to Coolidge Corner again to get the bound documents sent and everything paid for. $120 later, I had two tracking numbers and CODA off my conscience for the weekend, and I proceeded to go grocery shopping. I really shouldn't let it get to the point where I need 12 cans of cat food. But I bought them and a half dozen of the enormous honeycrisp apples I had forgotten about from last year, and some other odds and ends, and wandered off home, and then wandered out again to do errands in a different direction. At that point my sore shoulder had Had Enough (having a can of cat food hit it in the sore spot didn't help), so I took some more Advil and ended up having an unscheduled nap.
Post-nap I got up and fed the cats and wandered out to a housewarming party in Somerville. I ended up staying there until about 10:45 and was offered an Uber home. The driver was from the Dominican Republic and said he mostly took the job because he wanted to learn more English and learn about other cultures, and the college students around here are from EVERYWHERE, so he gets all sorts of education.
On Sunday I spent most of the day at the Patriots/Bengals game. We left at 10:00 and parked (for $25) about a mile from the stadium, so we got to walk past a lot of the tailgating. Compared to the Midwest, New England tailgaters aren't even amateurs. But everybody seemed to be having fun, and that's the important part. Apparently I could have resold the tickets for $1000 apiece because it was Brady's first home game this season, but I only found that out afterward and I wouldn't have resold them anyway. The first half wasn't so good from a football perspective, but I enjoyed the experience. The second half was pretty entertaining, involving both a safety by Hightower (and they played most of The Safety Dance afterward, because they had time on account of TV commercials) and a Gronk TD (he's just as much fun to watch live), and I screamed myself hoarse and we won. I don't know where all the traffic went on the way home, but it wasn't where we were, which was nice.
I had recorded the game just to see what was different about TV versus live, and also to see if I showed up on TV (I didn't). Watching the TV version, I found out which of the Bengals players were making plays (if they said that at the game, I couldn't hear it over the screaming), and found out why they threw a flag on Gronk for taunting (couldn't see it from where I was sitting). I actually almost prefer the live game, because even if there are breaks for TV commercials, there's something to watch. I don't mind watching the players amble around on the sideline.
The regiment invested in a real honest to goodness green steel Thermos, so I can make my own coffee and bring it to work instead of either spending too much money on buying coffee when I get there, or buying it from the cafeteria, which I'm discouraged from doing on account of solidarity (the union I'm part of is supporting the striking cafeteria workers' union). I wonder what will happen if the strike extends to the winter break, because part of the cafeteria workers' grievances is that they don't get paid for winter break. Harvard offered them a stipend; is it worse to get less stipend than you want, or is it worse to not get paid at all because you're on strike because you're not getting as much stipend as you want?
I bailed on work at 3:30 on Friday, with permission, and took 2300 pages of CODA Standard 2 to FedEx in Coolidge Corner to be bound and sent to two site visitors (1166 pages each). Of course they couldn't bind them while I waited, but said I could come back at 7:00; any other Friday, I would have, but it happened I had a massage appointment at 6:00 and am not much good for anything afterward. So I went home after the massage with a screaming sore right shoulder (rhomboid spasm, which was not at all inclined to let go, but finally gave up) and took three Advil and put frozen peas on it.
On Saturday morning I got up, took some more Advil, ambled through the shower and the subsequent "sit in the sun and dry hair and provide felines with lap space" routine, and then ambled off to Coolidge Corner again to get the bound documents sent and everything paid for. $120 later, I had two tracking numbers and CODA off my conscience for the weekend, and I proceeded to go grocery shopping. I really shouldn't let it get to the point where I need 12 cans of cat food. But I bought them and a half dozen of the enormous honeycrisp apples I had forgotten about from last year, and some other odds and ends, and wandered off home, and then wandered out again to do errands in a different direction. At that point my sore shoulder had Had Enough (having a can of cat food hit it in the sore spot didn't help), so I took some more Advil and ended up having an unscheduled nap.
Post-nap I got up and fed the cats and wandered out to a housewarming party in Somerville. I ended up staying there until about 10:45 and was offered an Uber home. The driver was from the Dominican Republic and said he mostly took the job because he wanted to learn more English and learn about other cultures, and the college students around here are from EVERYWHERE, so he gets all sorts of education.
On Sunday I spent most of the day at the Patriots/Bengals game. We left at 10:00 and parked (for $25) about a mile from the stadium, so we got to walk past a lot of the tailgating. Compared to the Midwest, New England tailgaters aren't even amateurs. But everybody seemed to be having fun, and that's the important part. Apparently I could have resold the tickets for $1000 apiece because it was Brady's first home game this season, but I only found that out afterward and I wouldn't have resold them anyway. The first half wasn't so good from a football perspective, but I enjoyed the experience. The second half was pretty entertaining, involving both a safety by Hightower (and they played most of The Safety Dance afterward, because they had time on account of TV commercials) and a Gronk TD (he's just as much fun to watch live), and I screamed myself hoarse and we won. I don't know where all the traffic went on the way home, but it wasn't where we were, which was nice.
I had recorded the game just to see what was different about TV versus live, and also to see if I showed up on TV (I didn't). Watching the TV version, I found out which of the Bengals players were making plays (if they said that at the game, I couldn't hear it over the screaming), and found out why they threw a flag on Gronk for taunting (couldn't see it from where I was sitting). I actually almost prefer the live game, because even if there are breaks for TV commercials, there's something to watch. I don't mind watching the players amble around on the sideline.
The regiment invested in a real honest to goodness green steel Thermos, so I can make my own coffee and bring it to work instead of either spending too much money on buying coffee when I get there, or buying it from the cafeteria, which I'm discouraged from doing on account of solidarity (the union I'm part of is supporting the striking cafeteria workers' union). I wonder what will happen if the strike extends to the winter break, because part of the cafeteria workers' grievances is that they don't get paid for winter break. Harvard offered them a stipend; is it worse to get less stipend than you want, or is it worse to not get paid at all because you're on strike because you're not getting as much stipend as you want?
