Today I worked from home, and on my morning break Travalon and I went down to the dock, where I saw this circle in the water.
My sort-of boss was driving me crazy because something happened with positions that were set up by HR, and he kept asking what I had done wrong, but all I do is approve the funding. If he really thinks I control the universe like that, why would I be working at this job and not hanging out in Tahiti?
As usual, Travalon and I walked on Governor's Island on my break, then after work I went to our old church to meet Tiffy. Look how pretty the new steeple is!
We had dinner at the Globe, sitting outside, and then we drove to St. Andrews Episcopal for a Baroque music concert. We got there an hour early, since I wasn't sure how bad the traffic would be with the Homecoming parade tonight, so we went to Trader Joe's to see if they had ice cream treats. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) they only came in boxes of four, so we gave up and went back to the church. The concert was surprisingly (for this group) full of names we knew, like Purcell, Bach, Handel, Corelli, and Vivaldi. The Vivaldi sonata was hard to hear because they were setting off the Homecoming fireworks right during that piece, and they sounded like they were right above us, although as far as I know they were at the Union Terrace, which isn't that close, and not at Camp Randall.
I was telling Tiffy about ordering a personalized license plate, and how they give you three choices. My first one was based on my email address, and for the second one I put FAMHAT, but I should have put FMSHAT, but then she pointed out that no I shouldn't have, because that has the word "shat" in it, and that's the past tense of a bad word. I said someone we know once told me he had a friend who got PHA-Q2 as a license plate, and somehow the DMV didn't catch on until the third time it was stolen and he needed it replaced. For my third choice I tried some different things, like VIVLDI, but they were all taken. You only get six letters, and my email address has seven letters, so I gave up and put another variation of it for my third choice. I said it only just occurred to me that I could have tried CAPCRN, but that was probably taken too, and then it occurred to me that she could get one that said VIRGOY because she is a Virgo and a goy, but she said nobody would understand that. I think the Lotus Drink I'd had earlier in the day was still hopping me up on caffeine, because then I entertained myself (and possibly Tiffy) by trying to translate the Latin titles of the pieces the countertenor sang, like one was "Virgam Virtutis Tuae," and I guessed that meant "your virtuous stick," which honestly sounds kind of dirty. I said, "What about 'phos hilarion'? Is that Greek for 'hilarious light'?" but I looked it up and it means "joyful light." One of the lights just behind us was flickering on and off, and I said, "That is so unprofessional. You have one job, Light, and that's to be lit up. You're just a phos hilarion." She said, "I thought I was going blind until I saw you looking back at it too." Nope, you're not going blind - it was just being a hilarious light.
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