Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Snippet from Work
At about 6pm this evening, I was standing talking to a colleague who is of counsel and who I am assisting with a dispositive motion in district court. He has many times pushed back my "deadline" for completing my portion of the brief, mostly due to my full dance card. A partner for whom I also do work joined us.
Me: I worked most of this weekend and T just arrived home Saturday night after being gone all summer. She had senior retreat last night, but she is back now and I'm going to leave to go get some dinner with her. I will work from home later, and add that section we talked about. I've been here since 5:30 a.m., though, and I'm exhausted so I'm leaving. I have to go to Louisville first thing in the morning, so I won't be able to review the changes you made today until I return in the afternoon.
Partner: Do you have some time for me tomorrow? I need your help gathering some data.
Me (mentally calculating the impossibility of another task to complete tomorrow and noting the knowing look on "of counsel's" face as he anticipated my answer): Well, I have to go to Louisville in the morning, but I will be back in the afternoon.
Partner (feigning a begging look): Can you make some time for me, please?
Me, to Of Counsel: See? It just keeps on coming.
Of counsel, to Partner: Get in line.
Partner: I'll pull rank.
This exchange was all in good fun, but it was also illustrative of my current predicament. I am overextended, and despite that I am working as many hours as I can, I feel like everyone is getting short shrift. I keep vowing to limit my work to a manageable level, but somehow the work just continues to multiply. I'm tired. And getting fat - due to inactivity - despite eating less. I'm really hoping I can engineer an acceptable way to reduce my work demands. Soon. Wish me luck.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Don't Walk Away
Seems most of the pictures I've captured of T recently are of the back of her, walking away from me. That was the case with the photo I took once she passed through airport security, on her way to her gate, when her summer journey began in June. Then there is the picture above - that's T and her boy (did we give him a nickname?) - taken a few weeks ago when I was fortunate enough to visit her in Seattle.
This is what, "c'mon Mom, I'll give you a tour of camp" looks like when your child is 17 and in love.
All summers must end, however, and this one is no exception. T is ending a three-hour layover in Minnesota as I type, and an airplane will deliver her home to us in just a few hours. For now, at least, she will return home to me. A temporary state of affairs, to be sure, but one for which I am grateful.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Happy 35th Anniversary to my wonderful parents. My sisters, daughter, and nieces are blessed indeed to have such a wonderful family. I hope you two have a wonderful day - you certainly deserve it!
Saturday, August 09, 2008
The Best Laid Plans
I have a ridiculous amount of work to do this weekend. This includes "work work," with deadlines, and also packing up my office, because our entire firm is moving to a new building. Despite this, and how behind the ball I am on the whole packing thing, and how incredibly stressed I am about all the things I need to accomplish in the next two or three weeks, I carefully planned my day to allow for 2 hours in the sun.
Laying out in the sun has begun to feel like a necessity for some reason. It relaxes me and helps me trick myself into thinking I'm taking advantage of our short summer, rather than wasting it all away inside my office.
I checked the weekend forecast this morning, mulled over the possibilities, and chose today for laying out instead of tomorrow. Today was predicted to be 80 degrees and partly cloudy, and tomorrow 79 with even more clouds. I ran some errands, went for an hour walk (much needed), and headed over to my folks to catch some rays. During the time it took me to walk from their porch to their back patio, the clouds began to roll in. After 20 minutes of sitting in the shade in my bikini I briefly went back inside to tell my Mom the obvious: I was less than thrilled with the weather situation.
Dad came home from his walk a bit later and when he saw my car said to my Mom, "I hope Kelly didn't come over to lay out." Yeah. He popped some popcorn and joined me out on the patio. Every passing minute I became more irritated by the clouds, and continually weighed the pros and cons of giving up and heading into work, versus staying put in the hopes of catching some fleeting sun.
Pops: Was that thunder?
Me: Don't talk to me about thunder, Dad.
Pops: Huh? Did you hear that? Do you think that was thunder?
Me: Dad! No, I did not hear thunder, and if you keep saying "thunder" someone is going to get hurt and you are the only person I see.
Pops: Maybe it was a truck.
Bernie Mac Dies at 50
There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.
Ain't that the truth.
I generally don't blog about my love life. (Ha! Difficult to blog about something that doesn't exist.) I plan for the most part to stick to that self-imposed rule, but allow me this brief reference to my personal troubles. I preface this by saying that I'm not a man-basher. I don't hate men and you would be hard pressed to find me sitting around with girlfriends insulting and making fun of men. I certainly don't hold back if a particular male has done something to deserve harsh comments, but that holds true for women who act like dumbshits, too.
After filling a good friend in on a newly developing heartache, she sent me this email:
Men - you can't live with them, you can't kill them, because, of course, you don't want to spend the rest of your life in jail.
God love her. Although I wasn't contemplating killing anyone, this hit me just right and even caused me to smile, which was a feat on that particular day. Thank heavens for friends, and sisters, and friends who are sisters. And nieces, too. They've all helped me get through this week with my sanity intact.
We now return to our regular no love life, no man-bashing format.
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