Captain’s Log 3,835
I’ve got the Monday blues. It’s raining and I have to go sit in a seminar all day long. It’s one of those deals where you get a special dot on your nametag and that means you go with a certain group for certain experiences. I hate that shit. I am only going because we paid a huge tuition for one of the staff to take a class, and today all participants are supposed to go to the last session with their bosses. Sigh. I am her boss. So off we go. The only good thing about it is her irreverence for the whole process too. I just hope we can behave sitting next to each other. Heaven help us if we get different dots and they separate us!
I am missing an important meeting at the museum this morning to do this. Oh well, I can only be in one place at a time, so someone is going to read my statements. They are a bit hammer-ish. Sometimes, even I must get stern when certain protocols are not being followed. These are safety issues, and if someone gets upset at me for that, so be it. People are just so damn touchy! Especially guys! Holy crap! Well, Momma Bear is not happy right now so maybe the cubs will weep.
In addition to feral corn and sunflowers growing under my bird feeders, I do believe a fine crop of feral millet has also sprouted. If I keep this up, I could become a grain farmer! I removed everything but five corn plants and two sunflowers. I want to see if they will actually do anything. The roses have never looked better since I doused them with Starbucks coffee grounds. I thought the gardener had killed one for sure, but when I looked closely at the base yesterday, it was full of fresh growth. The rains of winter will transform it back.
It’s time to shower and head off to pick up my classmate.
