Captain’s Log 6,007
Been busy. Been getting up early to take care of lots of projects….and meetings.
Once again, I have staff members who have no concept of teamwork. I had a dream the other night where I turned in my keys. It felt so good in the dream. I can only imagine how good it will feel when it actually happens. Most of the people I work with at the museum are baby souls. They really don’t get it. Case in point, they do not understand the value of allowing someone to fail. There are times when it is far more important to stand back and let someone fall into a hole rather than argue your way with them. Experience is the best teacher. There are times when you just shut up and let someone back themselves into a corner. It’s a tactic I have learned over the years. I don’t always have to be right. The universe will take care of that for me.
Our new exhibit is shaping up nicely. The vehicles are HUGE and quite amazing. This is called the Weasel and it was made by Studebaker. It’s a wee tank that can do all kinds of cool stuff. The one we borrowed from Camp Pendelton is already on the floor.
We had to roll it across large sheets of plywood to make sure it didn’t rip up our floors.
We are very excited about this exhibit. It’s the biggest undertaking we have ever done. I will post photos as we progress.
The sad news is the death of Harriet (l’empress) over the weekend. We had been online buddies for several years, and when I went to New England last fall with Friend Pam, I got to meet her. We had lunch in Worcester, MA with Harriet, her daughter Rebekah, and another blogger named Diane Sanford. We had such a good time.
Harriet, Rebekah, Heinous, me, and Diane. Friend Pam took the photo.
It’s sad. I feel very sorry for her family. She was a funny and spunky little lady with a wicked sense of humor and an even sharper wit. She had been seriously ill for the last few months. Even though her death was expected, it’s still hard when it happens.
I consider myself fortunate that I actually got to meet her.
And thanks to everyone who missed me here. I got a few emails and Joanie, Hairdresser Exceptionale, called me this morning about 6:45 to see if I was okay. She was looking at her microwave timer and thought it was 8:30. She is so damn funny! Anyway, I am fine. Just busy.