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Dec. 15th, 2008 12:00 amAt this late hour, I am washing a load of clothes and writing a brief blog entry. Today, I helped out with the Sisterhood’s Chanukah bazaar. How could the Treasurer refuse? Those in the know said that they made less money this year and saw fewer people. Nevertheless, I think that we had more vendors this year. I came back from synagogue just as tired, believe me.
Like other New Orleans bloggers, I can’t ignore last week’s snow. We received not the furtive flakes of 2004 (the last snowfall), but a frantic rainstorm, which turned into snow. For the first time, my LL Bean coat and Lands’ End boots must have felt at home, as I dragged myself out of the car, slapped the laptop and briefcase on a luggage rack, and headed for the building. I had to duck around a phalanx of office workers who were busy taking pictures with their cell phone cameras. It was the weirdest of sights. The first time that I’ve seen so many camera phones…because of course, no one expected snow. It was only forecast for the north shore of the lake. (And the north shore got snow in feet!)
I have next week off and too much work to do, of course. Even with the week off, there is analysis and coding work that has to be completed before year’s end.
• I want to make it to the gym during the day.
• I want to finish a story and outline another one.
• I want to hang curtains.
• I want to learn how to use my new camera lens.
• Oh, and I have to write up the minutes of the last neighborhood meeting. Which brings up one of those balance questions. I am always bemoaning that I have never felt a part of New Orleans. So, I joined the neighborhood civic association. Now I bemoan the fact that they take so much time, for so little reward. In such a large neighborhood, so few people participate—even to attend meetings.
Like other New Orleans bloggers, I can’t ignore last week’s snow. We received not the furtive flakes of 2004 (the last snowfall), but a frantic rainstorm, which turned into snow. For the first time, my LL Bean coat and Lands’ End boots must have felt at home, as I dragged myself out of the car, slapped the laptop and briefcase on a luggage rack, and headed for the building. I had to duck around a phalanx of office workers who were busy taking pictures with their cell phone cameras. It was the weirdest of sights. The first time that I’ve seen so many camera phones…because of course, no one expected snow. It was only forecast for the north shore of the lake. (And the north shore got snow in feet!)
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I have next week off and too much work to do, of course. Even with the week off, there is analysis and coding work that has to be completed before year’s end.
• I want to make it to the gym during the day.
• I want to finish a story and outline another one.
• I want to hang curtains.
• I want to learn how to use my new camera lens.
• Oh, and I have to write up the minutes of the last neighborhood meeting. Which brings up one of those balance questions. I am always bemoaning that I have never felt a part of New Orleans. So, I joined the neighborhood civic association. Now I bemoan the fact that they take so much time, for so little reward. In such a large neighborhood, so few people participate—even to attend meetings.
