Captain’s Log 6,049
As the Portland trip nears, I find it harder to focus on work. Actually, it isn’t just the trip that makes it harder to focus on work. It’s work that makes it hard to focus on work. We are cruising through summer, and that is fine. There is just a nagging need for something else. I am not bored, I just feel like I am spinning my wheels. I get this way every so often. It’s just being restless. Also accounts for the fact that I am finding it harder and harder to get motivated on Monday mornings.
The big news is about my fence. Some dipshit tried to go through my fence instead of my gate last Tuesday. The fence was not in the best shape, but it was still a fence. For some reason, every now and then, people walk up my driveway and try to access my inner yard through a small fence. There is an obvious gate on the entry sidewalk……but these people are dipshits. They would rather ignore the sidewalk and the gate to shake the shit out of a fence.
Fence shaken loose from its concrete moorings. All tippy and weird. The gate is completely useless.
Repaired fence with new concrete moorings, support beams, and reinforced lattice work.
More better. What a difference! We have an incredible maintenance guy at the museum named Ray. I call him Da Vinci because he can engineer just about anything. He engineered my fence repair. Very grateful.
To prepare for the Portland trip, I am trying to eat all the perishable food in my refrigerator. I have eaten so much broccoli that my eyes have turned from blue to green. Bananas, blueberries, and peaches are also on the menu. To me, there is nothing worse than coming home to spoiled food. I also make sure that my house is 100% ready for my return with clean sheets and towels. Absolutely zero dishes in the sink. No clutter anywhere. I want to just walk in and collapse. Growing up, I was never allowed to leave the house unless everything was in its place. Good rule, actually. We always knew where everything was at all times.
Summer camp starts at the museum this morning. Also multiple meetings today and most of Wednesday. Exhibit reception on Thursday.
My Friday morning flight to Portland cannot come soon enough. I booked the first one of the day. Boards at 5:50 AM and departs at 6:20 AM. I should be at Marna’s house before 10:00 AM. Wahoo!