If you can’t find it, grind it
S is back from SF so we return to our appropriate gender balance here at the ranch – three boys, three girls – we were off kilter for the week he was gone. Now it’s matter of making it all fun and not letting the tension wind too tight. Last night W brought up the new apartment again so that hasn’t gone away. And A sent a nice little box of clothes and stuff for him which was too sweet. We also received six wonderful bottles of wine from S which completes the glasses and cheese that came earlier. Refugees never had it so good.
I lay on the grass and looked at the stars and now have melancholy tugging at me. N said I shouldn’t have had the 3rd but I don’t remember and then it was too late. The Mexican Train dominoes stink of chemicals so we laid them out to air. What is intoxicating? Talk of skyrocketing – of shielding your eyes against the light – of computers that don’t even get delivered – high on the grass.
On the lighter side of things – I love this – my company feels as if it’s profits are being squeezed so in turn our budgets are being cut back severely for our reporters. Instead of the hit monetary bonuses we used to pay our reporters, we started giving them gift cards – here is one’s response:
i got a $50 amazon e-mail gift certificate. i logged into amazon and bought a couple of books: “How To Start A New Career Doing The Things You Love To Do” and “Multinational Shame: How Global Business Has Beaten The Humanity Out Of Human Resources”