Object Lessons: Rantings of a Lone Pamphleteer
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Working Hard, or Hardly Working

Well, I'm still busy busy in Rhode Island. Between the 12-hour days and the snow that keeps falling, I still haven't seen any of the Island. Work varies between swamped and bored stiff. Web access helps with the boredom.... Right now it's sauna-hot in here, because another office reportedly turned on their heat, and ours went up in synch. Even with two fans going, I'm boiling. Clammy hands. I'm just glad that I wore a short-sleeved shirt and left the long-johns at the hotel, in deference to the warmer weather today. In fact, it's warm enough to snow, as one writer put it.

Still, it's exciting that Jon's coming to see me this weekend, though I suspect all we'll get to do is watch each other sleep. Better than nothing, I suppose.

He's coming up for his birthday, which we've spent together since 2001. We both take our little rituals seriously, our traditions that date back to our first date, and try to keep them going. I hope his plane's not delayed, because then we'll have missed it.

Ever have a moment that makes you cringe? They feed us dinner nightly here (I suspect so that we won't be tempted, or justified, in leaving even for an hour), and one employee was describing the pasta dish as "little round stuff with sauce." I supplied "penne rigate." Then, I felt bad for butting in, and apologized by explaining that, as an editor, I supply words and can't seem to stop myself.

Cringing comes soon. Bear with me.

We were also trying to determine if the mystery meat next to the meatballs was chicken or veal. I came around the table and checked it out, and the group agreed that it was chicken. It was only when I had my chosen piece on my plate that I realized I'd cut in line. I apologized profusely, and an author quipped: "You're an editor. You didn't cut in, you inserted."


It seems, too, that I'll be heading home earlier than expected, and may even be able to make it to bookclub, which is nice, because I actually read the 500+ page Poisonwood Bible, and enjoyed the psychological study of mother and daughters forced into a missionary trip to Africa. Each character is vivacious and fully realized, each with her own distinctive voice. It's interesting to see their personalities and lives develop over 30 years, from their two years in Congo through the creation of Zaire. Fascinating and highly recommended, if you've got the time.

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