A slice of the life

1. Duchezz was installed as Matron of Winfield Chapter #418, Order of the Eastern Star of the State of New York last night. Her Patron, who is a friend of ours, and was a friend of Morguhn's, disappeared just as he was to be installed, and reappeared dressed as a knight, complete with crested helm, coif, halbrek, chausses, mantle, and ceremonial sword (he borrowed them from his Scotish Rite [the Shriners] temple), in order to "Make Right Worthy Loie feel more at home." It was a wonderful, touching, funny gesture, especially since the day before he fell Morguhn had decided he would join our Chapter so he could be Patron with her. The mantle was even green.

2. I got my report (I'm the chapter historian) written and delivered. Four pages, single spaced, and no one ever complains it's too long, so I guess I must be doing something right. Of course that meant no school related work got done yesterday between 3 and chapter. And we ran very long, so no work got done when I got home. I either need a longer pipe on my snorkle or to just inhale the damn water and get it over with.

3. Had a conversation of sorts, small one, with someone who has been thoughtless and unkind lately, about that thoughtlessness and unkindness. It is a start, but I am not hopeful. The most tangible result of the conversation was a nightmare that was clearly, directly, connected.

4. I'm fairly convinced I have angered two ladies, one across the continent and one somewhat closer, and I'm not sure exactly what I did or how to fix it. :-(

5. Fairly convinced I am not only suffering from clinical depression but that its shopping buddy paranoia has come along for the trip.

6. Tomorrow comes the great stove adventure. The delivery people "don't coordinate with third parties" and the gas company "would have been happy to coordinate when we called, but we "didn't give us a time range then." Um, because ... oh, never mind. *Sigh*

7. I would really, really, really like to remember what fun is--fun without interpersonal dramah undertones, awkward revelations, guilt about squandered time....Maybe in December. I can hope.

8. By the way--you all have saved my sanity for the last 14 months. Thank you.

And home

Duchezz got home from training in another city, and came upstairs to say "Hi." I was reading LiveJournal and trying to keep Jiro from destroying the laptop.

"How was your," she started, then spotted the glass on the bedside table, "...oh. I'm sorry."

"I didn't fill it. Really. But, well, I needed it up, not on the rocks."

"Sorry."

"Yeah, well, it happens."

Tennessee corn and Martini and Rossi red stuff in a bottle. Some sugar and red dye 2 in something alleged to be cherries, and tonight, skip the bitters. It's even in my Knob Creek Manhattan glass.

Delivery people will call between 6 PM and 9 PM. They're so...customer service oriented. Yeah.

Edited at 8:18 PM:

Sears called. Wonder of wonders, I don't have to cancel my office hours or the English class, just the film class. That's about as good as it gets, and unless the gas company people get there at the beginning of their window, and refuse to wait, we should achieve functioning stove. *Man, it's hard to type with your fingers crossed*