Today I worked on campus, and I walked at lunch with a colleague who apparently doesn't like the outside, because we ended up exploring the building next to ours. In the afternoon we had another FART 5 confab, and it was a smaller group today so we felt freer to drop a lot of F-bombs as we each screwed something up in the new system. When I said what I'd screwed up, the look of abject horror on my boss's face was priceless, but fortunately she did figure out a way to fix it. She said this is Mortification Week for a website she is on, and I said, "Shouldn't that be during Lent?" The only one who laughed was the colleague I walked with at lunch, so I said, "I guess only the Catholics got that joke." Apparently during Mortification Week you are supposed to post stories of being mortified at work, so I am wondering if I could post the story from when I was like fourteen and the girl I was babysitting was trying to kill a smaller child at a convenience store with her mother's pleasure toy. I mean, technically it happened at work, right? I don't know how fatal it would be to be hit over the head with a dildo, but the other child was very small, just a preschooler. Fortunately the store manager grabbed my charge and hollered, "Whose kid is this?" If you are wondering why my charge had such an item in her possession, all I can say is that I would not have expected her mom to hide it in the garage so how could I have known to stop her? And it was a cool October day, so she had a big jacket to hide it under. Anyway, it felt like the faithful remnant of FART 5 had a lot of camaraderie today, or at least solidarity against our common enemy: The New System.
Travalon picked me up from work to take me to the Labor Temple for what I am hoping is the last of the ongoing series on how to organize, and he went to check out a new restaurant called Butter Bird that he said was incredible. He brought me a small piece of chicken, and it was delicious. (I was pretty full of pizza from the organizing class.) Then he took me to Christless Presbyterian Church for an early music concert. People often seem surprised that I like early music and don't like, for example, Beethoven, but the purer intervals and danceable rhythms of early music have nothing to do with later Classical music. I had somehow forgotten that Concerts on the Square exist until Jilly Moose mentioned that she went last night, so I checked out the schedule, and it was Mahler and Mozart, Shostakovich and Beethoven. Other than a little bit of Mozart, that's a lot of No Thanks on my part. The best part is that I forgot Niko in the car while at the concert tonight, and he loves early music. Travalon said if he'd known, he could have taken Niko fishing with him on the Tenney Park Jetty, and I said, "Just as long as you don't use him as bait." He did catch a little fish earlier today, at Salmo Pond.
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