9:39 p.m. - 2009-04-29
Catsup?
I've had the James Keelaghan song in my head lately that goes (paraphrasing) Out on the tarmac/jet engines running/I'm in seat 4B/I'm going home...

It is good to have the bulk of travel done. And perhaps catching up with everything. Shall I TMI? I was cleaning the loo tonight and it was just grubby. I was mortified. There is so much that needs to be done. But I won't be worrying over it. I have a big party to see to this weekend. Chez nous. You know, the one with the May pole. And I have discovered that the Queen of the Fairies might drop by, although she is doing many the May festival this weekend. I really ought to brush up on the words to Hal-en-Tow while I'm thinking of it.

SO.

Things that I've wanted to say to you all.

Bluey, thank you for being there! You can't know how good that your writing is.

Mel, thank you for being so honest and brave about sharing. I haven't reached your level yet.

Ghostie, how I wish I'd been able to come to your shows. I do hope that things turn up better for you all.

Swimmmy, thank you for the travelogue! The very thing that I needed!

Anna, thank you a triple million times for letting us all in on your journey. I am awfy sorry that I didn't get to meet you. I did try, especially that last week of yours, but I just couldn't get a clear enough space.

Beanie, I just love how your life gets better every day!

All of you, your diaries are like a tonic. Thank you!

Now that the bulk of travel has gone, I see that Biba has become veree clingy. I totally understand that, and it is quite flattering in some ways. But a bit heartbreaking as well. I really, really do not want to be such an Orkplace traveler at least not for a good while. I am selfish, and my family means so much to me.

SO.

I was in a meeting at Orkplace today with some people from a somewhat similar type of Orkplace and I realised that I actually have a fansastic skill set. Although highly specialised, it is far more flexible than I had thought. Working with the creme de la creme has made me feel an idiot. As if I had tripe for brains. Yet the other Orkers at the meeting, although proud of their skills, are...dare I say it? I shall. They are working on far less complex projects. Oh, the goals are laudable, I won't argue there. But I was actually rahther shocked at the self-discovery. I may be (duh, I totally aaaammmm) very hard on myself.

Eeek! In fact Egad, I say---we're nearly out of rum!! Has there ever been so drastic a sitch?

After the week-end, I'd really like to take some time off. But alas no, sadly I have only three undesignated days left this year. Isn't that sad? And they say that our children are all overscheduled...

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