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Dec. 19th, 2017 10:12 amODE went bowling yesterday by way of holiday outing, and it was a lot of fun. Most of us mostly suck at bowling, which made it more fun when strikes or spares happened. I managed to get one of each, but I haven't the slightest idea how.
Since I knew I only had the morning to get anything done, I spent it finishing the "clean out the ODE library" project. I filled up an entire Great Big Recycling Bin (on wheels) with extremely out-of-date and/or redundant books (no, we don't need the third edition of this book, we've got the fifth edition too; and no, we don't need two Dentist's Drug References from 1997, or six copies of Stedman's Medical Dictionary from 1990). And I filled up a copier paper box with VHS tapes. We don't have a VHS player here anywhere, and besides all this stuff is probably on Youtube anyway. So I got a fair bit of exercise yesterday morning (up and down a stepladder with various armloads of books), went bowling yesterday afternoon and then walked back to the office for a couple of miles. My hamstrings aren't sure what happened, but whatever it is, they haven't decided they like it.
Today I'm trying to decide if it's worth sending a Save the Date email to a whole lot of international dental schools, because we're about to be Not Here for the rest of the month and won't be able to send more information if anyone asks. And I also won't be here to find out how many of the addresses I used last time will bounce this time and clog up the department inbox. Since the symposium in question is in mid-June, I think I can probably wait until Jan 2 to send out the Save the Date. It's not procrastinating if I have actual logical reasons, right?
I picked up the trumpet again over the weekend and discovered that I can't play high notes yet. When I was learning the clarinet, I couldn't play high notes unless I stood up; maybe I should try that again. The Hairy Beasts have learned that the trumpet makes a lot of peculiar noises they don't necessarily want to be in the same room with, but they don't head for the bomb shelter the minute I open the case. That means the trumpet is less threatening than the vacuum cleaner.
Since I knew I only had the morning to get anything done, I spent it finishing the "clean out the ODE library" project. I filled up an entire Great Big Recycling Bin (on wheels) with extremely out-of-date and/or redundant books (no, we don't need the third edition of this book, we've got the fifth edition too; and no, we don't need two Dentist's Drug References from 1997, or six copies of Stedman's Medical Dictionary from 1990). And I filled up a copier paper box with VHS tapes. We don't have a VHS player here anywhere, and besides all this stuff is probably on Youtube anyway. So I got a fair bit of exercise yesterday morning (up and down a stepladder with various armloads of books), went bowling yesterday afternoon and then walked back to the office for a couple of miles. My hamstrings aren't sure what happened, but whatever it is, they haven't decided they like it.
Today I'm trying to decide if it's worth sending a Save the Date email to a whole lot of international dental schools, because we're about to be Not Here for the rest of the month and won't be able to send more information if anyone asks. And I also won't be here to find out how many of the addresses I used last time will bounce this time and clog up the department inbox. Since the symposium in question is in mid-June, I think I can probably wait until Jan 2 to send out the Save the Date. It's not procrastinating if I have actual logical reasons, right?
I picked up the trumpet again over the weekend and discovered that I can't play high notes yet. When I was learning the clarinet, I couldn't play high notes unless I stood up; maybe I should try that again. The Hairy Beasts have learned that the trumpet makes a lot of peculiar noises they don't necessarily want to be in the same room with, but they don't head for the bomb shelter the minute I open the case. That means the trumpet is less threatening than the vacuum cleaner.
