Nothing not to love about weekend lunches.
Cold lentil salad with lox, lemon artichoke spread, a little cilantro and a lot of pepper.
As a note, I think the pre-cooked lentils from Trader Joe’s might save my tail this year.
Proof that I put a dress on, drank some wine, and danced terribly with people I like last night. In a place that was neither my desk nor my living room. Totally normal and yet completely worthy of the 9-10 hallelujah toasts that were given.
This social behavior in a public place thing is fun. And very familiar.
“Things I like about my job” is a blessedly long list. Pretty predictable altogether, but now I have a weird one that I was only able to isolate today: the way people carry their computers.
A lot of jobs would have you hooked on email. I certainly didn’t like to be away from it at my last job either. You don’t want to miss anything, it’s only more to read later, etc. etc.
This is not that.
This is people walking from meeting to meeting carrying computers like pre-scarlet fever Velveteen rabbits. Open, shut, by the corners, half open with a mouse and headphones in a screen/keyboard pita. It sounds abusive but instead it’s a security blanket.
The expression frequently accompanying the computer-as-lovey shuffle is just as odd and equally endearing. It’s the decidedly underslept look of a person still frequently amused while being intensely focused 12-14 hours a day.
Says the girl who got home two hours ago and has chosen to stare at a screen for 16 hours today, rather than the totally attainable 12-14.
Right, then.
Anyone for a walk in the woods? (raises both hands, looks like a touchdown)
Sunday brunch with my favorite Mondays, flowers for the kitchen table, and an old-fashioned on the cover of the new Garden & Gun. And if that weren’t enough, I’m walking to an afternoon sketchfest at my favorite workshop followed by the heritage grains dinner at Big Jones tonight. It’s not an accident that I sound insufferably giddy.
Wet Hot American Summer (2001) vs. Parks and Recreation (2012)
These are the kinds of things matching Friday nights with Marcus yield.
(Source: jiffygiffy, via whatswithtodaytoday)
An unexpected side effect of not leaving my desk for 12 hours at a time.
Nevermind that the portions being managed are generic Swedish fish disguised as meals.
Meal-planning returns next week.
Obama sings! He sings Al Green!
In the office late tonight, we all just took a break to huddle around someone’s computer and grin like idiots at this.
Best.
