Semi-Liveblogging Working From Home

7:30–Still in my pajamas.  Dog not walked.

7:35–Decide to live-blog working from home, just to entertain myself.

7:40–Discover that my yahoo mail is not working on this old computer.  Use this moment to give a shout-out to Coble, who has sent me an email I can’t reply to.

7:43–Animals already bored with my continued presense.  They’ve gone back upstairs to bed.

7:51–I wonder if it hurts the cable box when the cat sleeps on top of it.

8:00–I think it’s just knowing that I can’t drive anywhere, but I’m already feeling a little stir-crazy.  I wonder if I can hotwire one of the neighbor’s cars.

9:11–Time for a crazy story.  So, once my dad told me he could turn me into a bird with a magic phrase.  “O” he said.  I repeated “O.” “Wah” he said and I repeated. “Ta” he said and I repeated. “Goo” He said and I repeated. “Siam.”  Then he asked me to keep repeating it until I was a bird. O wah ta goo siam. And then he laughed and laughed and claimed he’d succeeded, leaving me all day to be “What?  I’m not a bird.”  and he’s all “That’s not what you said a second ago.  I win.”  And it took me all day to figure out what he meant.

9:56–Is it lunch yet?

10:52–Broke down and ate lunch.  Laundry’s done, though, so score one for me.

11:30–Well, lunch is over.  The house is empty of Reese’s peanut butter cups.  The dog is empty of pee.  Emails have all been replied to.  Would it be wrong to take the dog for a walk?

12:03–Dog’s barking for no good reason.  I’m now yelling at her for no good reason.

12:13–Why don’t the Spanish Literature people have blogs like the medieval literature people have blogs?

1:26–mUST LEAVE HOUSE FOR A LITTLE BIT. Sanity depENDS on it.

6:07–I suck at liveblogging working from home.  But in my defense, my internet went out for a good part of the afternoon.  And I got a little sunburnt taking my dog for a walk in this beautiful weather.  Which I got to enjoy.  Because I was outside for a while in it. 

Also, I found a witch’s hat, which I must crochet as soon as I aquire some black wool yarn, so that I can wear it around my neighborhood while I walk the dog and when I garden to keep the sun off my face.

You’re jealous; I can tell.  No one blames you.

I just have to modify the pattern to fit my big ole head.

15 thoughts on “Semi-Liveblogging Working From Home

  1. Well, sir, you could come and take me out to lunch and then I’d have something exciting to report. I note–only in passing–that you’re more than happy to drive to Franklin to take your other friends out to lunch, and they have cars.

  2. My cat is obsessed with sleeping on the cable box. We decided it might not be good for the box (no ventilation, fur getting on the circuits) but that’s Time Warner’s problem. We also decided it wasn’t good for the cat either, especially not her cat kidneys.

  3. I note–only in passing–that you’re more than happy to drive to Franklin to take your other friends out to lunch, and they have cars.

    hahaha…and he has the noive to call me for directions to Franklin!

    ;)

  4. The Spanish lit people don’t have blogs? Maybe they all argued each other off the internet back in the list-serve days. Maybe blog software is hard to come by in Spain.

  5. Discover that my yahoo mail is not working on this old computer. Use this moment to give a shout-out to Coble, who has sent me an email I can’t reply to.

    Shout-out received.

    I will say, though, that the more you work at home without a car, the more you miss doing lunches with the civilised world and the more other people think you are a shut-in. Not that I speak from personal experience or anything. :p

    Maybe the Spanish Lit people are all busy eating and making love. Which is what I think of when I think of Spanish Lit, and why I prefer it to Southern U.S. Lit.

    “Mama cried when she heard what Daddy did to Sister the night the hogs ate Grandma.”

  6. That sentence is not nearly long enough to be Faulkner. (Now that I think of it, I used to love to diagram his sentences — all those lovely clauses springling out like strawberry vines. I was a seriously weirdsville child.)

  7. Well, I have been telling myself that I was going to get to campus early all this week and next (at least the part that I am in town for) to really get work done. That happened on Monday – but I had to turn in grades in the am – but not yesterday. And today I am cleaning carpets, so at least I’m doing something productive. Anyhow, that was all to line us an offer to give you a ride to and probably also from work some days between tomorrow and Wednesday. I don’t know how long the Butcher will be gone.

    I guess I could have put all that in an e-mail, sorry other readers. I guess I’m just jealous of B getting to live-blog her day.

  8. Might as well stick in one white and one black. That would be plenty of good wool. OR what about some angoras – what soft afghans we’d all have. Fill the field with anything you can think of. He’ll never notice, not unless he reads this and starts looking out for their arrival.

  9. Cable box will probably be fine. That was one of my cats’ favorite perch for years and it never croaked. That was an old Nineties style one tho, not sure where the vents were on it. I bet it’ll be fine tho.

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