Wow, what a week, and not necessarily in a good way. This is the week my reunion invitations go out, and I had to do a ton to make that happen, including mailmerging 375 envelopes and testing 150 e-mail addresses. I’m not the best delegator in the world, but essentially nothing I did this week could have been delegated in any case. (Someone did step in and took care of the photocopying and buying stamps, which was a huge help.) Or maybe it could have been delegated, but the available people didn’t have the particular skills for what needed to be done. The last thing I did involved a very manual process of getting something onto the reunion website before the invites went out. Unfortunately, GoDaddy’s free hosting is really weak—and I don’t have Dreamweaver or any other HTML editor here—so I ended up saving a Word doc as HTML and then hand modifying the messiest bit of HTML a program can produce to fix the errors. Fun? Not so much.
I still have a few small reunion-related tasks to do this a.m., and then I am done with that for a bit, at least until the bounced-back letters start to come in.
It certainly was a help this week that my friend Ron sent me a gift—his piece Going Down?, which appeared on Wednesday. Not only was it a very good piece that made me chuckle, it was perfectly timed in that I had no piece of my own for Wednesday and no capacity to write one. I hope you had a chance to read it.
On Wednesday night, I met up with some of the reunion folks for an envelope-stuffing extravaganza, and one of the guys asked if I was going to write about them for my blog. I didn’t think I would, but it was really quite a stimulating combination of people in the room once I gave it some thought. A weird artifact of this busy week—which also featured a wake and then a funeral not especially close to where I live—is that I didn’t even have time to think about next week’s Sex in the Suburbs post, and I usually have an idea on the stack at least. But now I think I have something; we’ll see.
This is a no-kids weekend, and the last weekend before my son Alex’s baseball season starts. On the one hand, I’m looking at two free days, but on the other hand, I am already getting overwhelmed with all the possible ways to fill them, including doing yard work and of course writing Monday’s piece. And running. And taking care of some paperwork. And cleaning the house. I hope I don’t get a brain freeze and end up doing none of that. Plans tonight and tomorrow (yay! I hate staying home on a weekend night when I don’t have my kids), all good stuff. Oh, and I’ll be fretting about my kitty, who’s disappeared. (See A Weird Thing for a story about said kitty, who I really hope will be back.)
I’m getting tired just thinking about it all, and I’m not even out of bed! So I’d better get going on some of it at least. Have a great weekend yourself, and thanks for reading.