Taking a break to say, "Happy Birthday!"

Goo, you will have to imagine--but I am betting you are skilled in that arena, based on your writing. So, imagine a beautiful child soprano voice, worthy of a professional Royal School of Church Music-trained choir, offering in pure tones:

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday Aunt Goo
Happy birthday to you

And, at your request, a summary of what is happening in our lives:

Oyster got into the Gateway program at school and hopefully will soon be happily immersed in all the wonderful extra learning that will entail.

Chill is working as hard as ever and then spending some time most evenings after work moving more stuff to the new abode or doing tasks to put the new abode into fantastic shape for everyday living.

And I am going crazy at work, fighting with Dell about their error in billing us for the new printer, praising the technical support folk for the great job they have done in helping me to replace the faulty imaging drum, and cursing the machine for messing up just as we were finishing the newsletter print job. This Sunday is the annual meeting, so there is additional work putting the annual report together--amazing how many people do not turn their parts in on time. And we are printing the new parish directory this week to pass out at the annual meeting. And we are having the end-of-year contribution statements available to all parishioners at the annual meeting.

Did I mention the priest gave me the holidays off (Christmas Eve, Christmas, and New Year's Day--and tried to give me New Year's Eve, but I just couldn't get the work done in time to take that off). No one at the church seems to realize that giving me days off (without pay) during a week when there is extra work that needs to be done means making me work even harder for less pay. (But I did receive my very first Christmas bonus)!

However, despite the current headaches, I really love the job and recognize it is absolutely perfect for me at this time. The hours are great. The work really is easy and my boss is fantastic. And I get to write. How could it get better than that?

After work I spend time moving things from house to house and trying to figure out where to put everything that is staying and weeding out what is not. Chill advises that anything not out of the house by Jan 31 is not ours, anymore. Could be a blessing in disguise.

So--time to stop this lollygagging around and get back to work!