3/24/05
With Easter approaching quickly, I’ve been thinking about the usual family dinner events. I don’t have time or energy to give a play by play prediction of what will happen, and I’ve had something more specific on my mind: saying grace. Someone always wants to say grace when half of the rest of the family has already started digging in. That’s because only a few people in the family are religious. I don’t just mean that only a few are actively religious, but more than a few are at least pagan. On some occasions you’ll hear grumblings or outright rude comments when everything is halted for grace. I am always torn between pretending as I have been well-practiced in doing since I was little and just sitting there looking around. In either case I keep my mouth shut because, as much as it is a burning topic in my mind, I don’t want to discuss it with family. We’re bound to disagree and people will be made uncomfortable. My uncle has tried to bring it up a couple of times, but I do my best to kill the conversation there.
Anyway, I was thinking it would be nice if I could help the family dodge the grace bullet by offering a toast instead. That could be another goal for joining Toastmasters. It’s a really bizarre idea for me to have really. For some reason I just imagined myself delivering their beautifully eloquent toast to suprise everyone, get some things off my chest politely, and just avoid grace once. Whatever, it was a day dream. I have way to much time to think when riding the bus.
I’m currently reading The Copernican Revolution: Planetary Astronomy in the Development of Western Thought by Thomas S. Kuhn. I finish The Symposium by Plato earlier this week.
I have 7 vacation days I didn’t take last year. On top of the 15 I get for this year, it’s beginning to look like I’ll never be short on vacation time again. Next year will be my 10th official year with the company, so I’ll start getting an additional week every year. Unused vacation time is normally lost, but my boss was lenient this time because he really needed my help at the end of the year when everyone else was on vacation. We were working hard to finish a project together that had gotten overdue and over budget. Eh, whatever. Honestly, as much as I enjoy being home and want take advantage of every ounce of my benefits, I’m not so miserable at work that I feel like I desperately need every possible moment I can legitimately take off. It doesn’t wear my down like it used to.
There you have it. My usual infrequent installment of ramblings spewed forth without proofing.
So, take some of that vacation time and come back to IL!
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