I am finding it surprisingly constraining to have only Saturday-Sunday 'off' unless I steal a day from the tribe. Every Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday to the college, Monday-Friday to the tribe. The weather is gorgeous, and I'd go to the beach or something today, but I haven't been to the tribe for a week because Monday was a holiday.
Anyway this weekend must go do my beached birds survey Saturday, and Sunday have a date with MP to go to Second Beach. Bye bye weekend. Then Monday to the tribe.
On formerly flexible schedule, I'd not have done those two things on adjacent days. Even when I was on contract at Elwha I pretty much ran my schedule to my own comfort, a four-on three-off week for starters, plus I'd simply announce not being there when I wanted to. (All the money I saved the tribe by not working the budgeted hours I'd turn around and spend on materials while we still had that lovely grant money to spend.)
That was far better than _having_ to go to the college when expected; and feeling in arrears at Elwha on the other days.
I took all my paper bits to my tax lady in Sequim Wednesday. She called to say she has to come to town for auto service, and will bring it by. I think she wants to see where I am living because her opinion as a financial professional is that I should BUY a house. (As a lifelong socialist and communard in my heart, despite the surprising way I have found myself living at this certain age, being a property owner is not in it.)(Who-o-o-o would imagine? That's the sound of Tuli Kupferberg. Or were the fugs before your time, or outside your culture zone?)
Well, must get going. I left my jacket and scarf at the college yesterday afternoon because it was so hot in the library and I was so grumpy about it that I just grabbed all my tote bags and fled, never thought about the jacket. Will need it this weekend, so must go fetch before heading to Elwha. Go east to go west.
My beached bird mentor, M-S, is moving to a different job at NOAA. I'm in mourning.
Thick frost on the car. If I weren't leaving early, the sun would reach the car and melt it before I have to set forth. Thank god thank god for longer days.
Friday, February 19, 2010
A Close-Run Thing
I don't QUITE just natter on about daily stuff either on the blog or on Twitter, but nearly. If I did, it might go like this (redacted) email to a friend:
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You do have a busy schedule, but always time for a little reminder of Tuli Kupferberg. I remember The Fugs fondly.
You have to express more your opinion to attract more readers, because just a video or plain text without any personal approach is not that valuable. But it is just form my point of view
Oh, I loved this. Sooooo you, my dearest and oldest friend. Now I wonder, how could a communard think that ownership was not a prerequisite for communal life? Somebody has to own something, no?
But, I get it. Sorry your schedule is so cramped. With all the other demands on your time it must chafe when the local schedule is also demanding.
Glad coho is back. We must visit soon.
love, w
In an attempt to amplify feedback over noise in your comments section (yes, I'm talking to you anon #1), I'll just say that I appreciate the term "communard". I had never heard of it. I had also never heard of Tuli Kupferberg, but his wiki makes me want to learn more.
Apologies for not answering the original email, but, no, the Fugs did overlap with my time or at least were one of the many both fascinating and confusing in their abundance cultural influences to which I and my now spouse were exposed at the summer camp of our adolescence. My own personal disinclination toward home ownership probably stems from my own communal days. I don't remember your ever saying how challenging it was to get used to having your own vehicle or bank account. Was it challenging?
--The Anonymous Correspondent
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