Of Moose And Men
The Best Laid Plans Of Both Often Go Astray

Got a wild hair this morning so I cleared off some shelves in our owner’s suite closet to try and neaten them up and make room for things. Rearranged shoes so they all fit. Tried on pants and shorts, donating a bunch that no longer fit, and better sorting the remainder. Did laundry, including some of the shorts which had accumulated dust. The husband usually does the laundry, but I offered to take care of mine this week because his schedule is nuts and I’d be home today. Still need to sort some shoes and determine which should stay and which should go, but that’ll involve a consultation with the husband (he’s more a shoe person than I am).

Prepped training I’m giving tomorrow. Two classes – one to other attorneys, and one to our budget folks. Cleaned up work emails. Mailed off a package to a niece and filled the car with gas. Have discovered that the second-closest post office is the way to go. They’re friendly and quite helpful, unlike the closest one, where the folks have universally been surly and brusque (which is a shame because the closest one is walking distance).

I’m taking off for training for two weeks down in the middle of Virginia at the beginning of December and need to start preparing lists of what to pack.

Otherwise I just continue working. There’s zero I can do about the incoming administration’s plans, so I refuse to engage in stressing over said plans. Instead I’ve been spending time at work spreading what my best man refers to as my “calming Moose rays” – talking people off of ledges, listening to their worries, and trying to redirect them away from doom scrolling and obsessive news consumption.

The husband was out of town this weekend (still is, as of this writing, though he returns later today). I spent some of it straightening up some things around the house, and in the midst of that dug up some old mini cross stitch kits that I decided to attack. I’m pretty happy with the results. I did modify them slightly, in that I left off some smiley faces that the pattern developers probably put on there to make them more kid-friendly/kid-attractive (they were marketed as learn-to kits for ages 8 and up, and no I have no shame because I thought they were fun). They’ll look fun in my cross-stitch bathroom (we have a half-bath on the second floor that is exclusively decorated in the random cross-stitch I’ve done over the years). I dug out another kit I’d started but not finished, a sampler of sorts about coffee that’s all white thread on black fabric, but it was the end of the night yesterday so I only did a single thread before I called it an evening and wound myself down.