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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Random Thursday

My sister is coming tomorrow, and I'm dying from excitement, but somehow I'm having a hard time rousing myself to actually clean the apartment.

Work was near-hellish today, but that's almost how I prefer things. It was my turn on the crisis line from 12 to 4:30, and I worked the crisis line from 12 to 4:30. Some days it doesn't ring once, and I have time to work on other things, but today it was nonstop. I got calls while I was on calls. So when I get to work tomorrow, I think my client load will have doubled. We haven't been at full capacity in about six months. It will be nice to be busier--hopefully I won't be online as much.

It was full-moon crazy today. Which, according to the calendar in my office, was one day late, but driving home in the dark tonight, I saw a big peach of a full moon sitting on the horizon. Yesterday's moon was a big silver dollar, and tonight was twice as big. I always wonder how the moon makes such a drastic change in one day, for it slips in and out of its phases so quietly that I lose track of it.

Googling the phases of the moon yielded a Daily Moon Phases module for websites. I might put one here.

In Publix tonight, I was standing in front of the strawberries tonight (16 oz. for 99 cents. 99 cents!!) when a woman walked up. She was tentative about strawberries, so I extolled the virtues of the current cheap--and highly delicious--berries. We talked for a minute or two, then I continued on with my shopping. Her cart was blocking mine a little bit, and she said, "Can you get by, baby girl?" It was seriously the cutest thing I'd ever heard. I don't think anyone has ever called me baby girl before, and here was a stranger saying it in a darling southern drawl. I couldn't stop beaming for the rest of shopping, thinking about how much I love the friendliness of Southerners. I am going to miss feeling so comfortable striking up conversations with folks in grocery stores. What I remember about shopping in Chicago was always being pissed off about how crowded the grocery stores were.

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2 Comments:

Blogger molly said...

My boss calls me "dear." As in, "have a nice weekend, dear." I love the South.

2:24 PM  
Blogger Lesley said...

Have a wonderful weekend with Katie! Tell her hello from me. :)

2:42 PM  

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