And it’s not going to happen any time soon, it seems. Meh.
Was a more or less nice weekend. Nice all day Saturday except a couple ridiculous temper tantrums on M1′s part & overhearing my Grandfather asking my Grandmother “Is she pregnant?” Gramma said, “I don’t know.” I caught her eye & gently shook my head no & she whispered to him, “She says no.” Oy. Busy, busy, busy, busy — barely moving, though my mind is moving a million miles a minute. I’ve taken to using our little step thing between 10-10:30pm, or even just attempting to march quietly around the living room at the same time so my lymphatic fluids don’t stagnate in my joints… Anyway.
Good part of Saturday was… well, this takes some background Susansbeeswax History… My Mom discovered when I was five or six that I had (& used regularly) what she calls my “authoritative voice.” I.e. — sometimes when I don’t know the answer I’ll grasp for the most logical thing that occurs to me & extrapolate on that, even if it’s total BS. Wait, I’m not done yet. Once she caught on to my “authoritative voice” any time she suspected me of using it, which happened to be about half the time I opened my mouth, she’d call me on it. I blame my mother for the fact that I became a library/information-type person due to the fact that I had to be able to site my source, preferably multiple sources, to back myself up so she’d believe me, and half the time she still said I was “being authoritative.” So researching & citing sources is a well ingrained habit. So this weekend, my Gramma asks me what my new job is. I tell her I’m a taxonomist. My Mom says, “So tell us what that means in layman’s terms.” I tell her we classify & categorize things. She asks what kind of things, and why is that important. I look her in the eye & start smirking & say, “I determine authoritative terms, and make note of the terms that people use for them, like legal terms, short names, code names, abbreviations, & the like.” She stopped listening at authoritative terms. She was laughing too hard. “You’ve found the calling for your authoritative voice, determining authoritative terms, oh honey, that’s too funny!” That’s right. I’m a High Priestess of the Cult of A.N.T.E.L.O.P.E. As The Librarian Avenger notes, “Librarians can catalog anything from an onion to a dog’s ear. They could catalog you.” Although I prefer, in my line, the word classify… semantics, neither here nor there. Anyway, that was worth having a weekend for, right there, all by itself.
Sunday was alright, aside from a couple M1 temper tantrums & the overwhelming crush of feeling overwhelmed & stressedness. Nothing much worth reporting. Got some stuff to do before 10pm here…
