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First day back at work. It wasn't bad, actually - I expected to get swamped by email. I did, but not as bad as I feared. People actually read my autoreply and listened to my voice mail message, so there were no crises awaiting me where someone expected me to do X and I had not because I wasn't there. There was some Sarbanes-Oxley stuff but not as much as I expected, that had accumulated. And other than that there was business as normal, some good news about fixes, some mild counterbalancing news - not bad on balance, anyway. Our new server is being a brat about its UPS (which is over the minimum recommended by the manufacturer) and we're trying an experiment to see if switching the setup around helps. If not, we'll up the UPS, which may be what we end up having to do. All very un-exciting, very work-a-day, thank goodness.
The weather today was glorious, lots of rain and - between bouts of rain - lots of sun. Very dramatic, sunlight off water droplets, brilliant sunlight on the field while the sky was stormcloud grey. I did not take photos - didn't have the camera most of the day, and I've photographed the field that way before - but very pretty. Wrote this snippet earlier in a bit of window: "The wind rises, howling along the eaves. The trees bend by the creek. Over the tight-shorn surface of the hayfield, the crows are lifted and strewn as if the wind were picking up leaves, not birds." It rather made me think of the character who was in our first Deliria game and not our second at Gencon, for those who were at Gencon.
The house painting saga is failing to continue. It's disturbing me even more, now. They want our house a new color. We needed to discuss finances. They wanted to do this on Thursday last week; so sorry, we'll be in Indianapolis then. I talked to the wife of the board's president, and gave her the samples we did have (NOT sufficient for a decision, but so they could rule out any they hated on sight, anyway) and told her when this week we'd be available. She said she would call and leave a message.
We got home from the trip and there was no message. So Scott called them back, got their voice mail, and left a message. We still have not heard from them. The burden is really on them at this point, but there is something ominous and stressful about this whole process by now, this wanting the color changed and yet leaving us hanging, without even an idea of when they intend to discuss finances. It's true that the longer this drags on, the longer I get to have this color, which I love. If they drag it out long enough, then I will have it all winter at least, and maybe they'll grow used to it also. But at the same time, I know they really wanted it changed - and I know the president and treasurer were reelected, we were told so - so why now is there delay? What's wrong, or what's right? The silence becomes almost maddening. These people do not have my life or even my house-color in their hands, but they're strongly trying to comment on it, and all I want is to have the latest information and to get on with it and to know what the ending is so that I can do something else.
And it still lifts my heart to come home and see my house. It's a happy, pleasant shade, and in the storm-light this afternoon, it looked to my eyes joyous and the other houses drab.
The weather today was glorious, lots of rain and - between bouts of rain - lots of sun. Very dramatic, sunlight off water droplets, brilliant sunlight on the field while the sky was stormcloud grey. I did not take photos - didn't have the camera most of the day, and I've photographed the field that way before - but very pretty. Wrote this snippet earlier in a bit of window: "The wind rises, howling along the eaves. The trees bend by the creek. Over the tight-shorn surface of the hayfield, the crows are lifted and strewn as if the wind were picking up leaves, not birds." It rather made me think of the character who was in our first Deliria game and not our second at Gencon, for those who were at Gencon.
The house painting saga is failing to continue. It's disturbing me even more, now. They want our house a new color. We needed to discuss finances. They wanted to do this on Thursday last week; so sorry, we'll be in Indianapolis then. I talked to the wife of the board's president, and gave her the samples we did have (NOT sufficient for a decision, but so they could rule out any they hated on sight, anyway) and told her when this week we'd be available. She said she would call and leave a message.
We got home from the trip and there was no message. So Scott called them back, got their voice mail, and left a message. We still have not heard from them. The burden is really on them at this point, but there is something ominous and stressful about this whole process by now, this wanting the color changed and yet leaving us hanging, without even an idea of when they intend to discuss finances. It's true that the longer this drags on, the longer I get to have this color, which I love. If they drag it out long enough, then I will have it all winter at least, and maybe they'll grow used to it also. But at the same time, I know they really wanted it changed - and I know the president and treasurer were reelected, we were told so - so why now is there delay? What's wrong, or what's right? The silence becomes almost maddening. These people do not have my life or even my house-color in their hands, but they're strongly trying to comment on it, and all I want is to have the latest information and to get on with it and to know what the ending is so that I can do something else.
And it still lifts my heart to come home and see my house. It's a happy, pleasant shade, and in the storm-light this afternoon, it looked to my eyes joyous and the other houses drab.
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