March 1st, 2011

Signal sooner please, mom hangs up on me, secret shopper, and hauntingly beautiful writing...

~Tuesday~  I was up at 6:00 this morning, because I got to bed at a reasonable hour in a rare occurrence. And I was quite productive before heading to work: scanning the cover of a Tour de Friends booklet that contains the AIDS chain that I want to get a tattoo of, scanning the sequence of photos Jen and I took at that Striving for More fundraiser on Friday, and devising and publishing Sunday's blog entry.

I was at the city bus stop at 8:13 and the bus came at 8:27. While I waited, I checked my work e-mail on my BlackBerry, and thankfully did not find anything pressing.

At a stop subsequent to mine, a guy boarded after loading his bicycle on the rack on the front of the bus, and he took the seat two in front of mine. He was wearing a helmet, and he kept it on the entire ride. He was listening to an MP3 player and the cords from his earbuds were threaded through the buckles of the helmet's chin strap.

There was a house ad on the bus entitled, "What does our transit future look like?" I wondered if it would be considered redundant if one took the bus to that meeting.

After a little too short a notice for one stop, the bus driver had a little bout of bitchiness, saying over the loudspeaker, "I would so appreciate it if y'all pulled the signal a little sooner, please. Yes, I'd sure appreciate that. Yes I would."

I had my weekly staff meeting with my boss, which was uneventful.

I did an edit, which I always enjoy doing, for someone today.

I spent about ten minutes with my boss's boss this afternoon, going over the blogging tool we're both going to be using during our Alternative Spring Break trips. As you know, I'm going to NOLA. He's going on the Mexico trip, with his team also doing Habitat for Humanity work.

I called my mother today for her birthday. She's 79. She picked up her cell phone, and our cell-to-cell connection was less than ideal, and when I said, "Is this the birthday girl?" she said, "No, you've got the wrong number." Click.

I called her back and she picked up on the fourth ring even though she must have still had her phone in her hand.

"Mom! It's me!" I said, and she started laughing.

She said, "I just said to Meagan (her granddaughter, my niece, whom she was with at the moment), 'Oh yeah, it is my birthday.' Yeah, I got your card... yesterday, or today."

Okay, I just dropped the card in the mail yesterday, so she'd definitely gotten it today, not yesterday. Bless her heart.

After wishing her a happy birthday, we talked briefly about getting together next month for my dad's 80th birthday. Mercifully, she also mentioned getting their will together by then so I can take a look at it with them. That has been so long coming.

My friend Bob kindly invited me to dinner with him at Bear Rock in the Lake Boone Shopping Center, where we basically were "secret shoppers." In exchange for two free entrées, we had to provide some feedback on our experience.

It made me laugh when Bob said when inviting me, "Yeah, I got that request, and I thought, 'Hmmm. Who do I know that likes to give customer service feedback?'" Hey I resemble that remark!

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I read one of the most heartbreakingly beautiful pieces of writing today that I have ever read. I just couldn't stop thinking about it, and I felt compelled to share it with several people.

It's from a blog I follow, and it's the author's exploration of the impersonal autopsy report on the death of his boyfriend. It's called, "Report of Autopsy Examination."