A surprise visit to Fenway

Much to our surprise, Kelly and I acquired a pair of Red Sox tickets.  A guy we know from our Church has season tickets, and he was not going to the game so he let us have them.  It was quite generous and we gladly accepted.  I did not expect to get to go to any Sox games this year, and here I am going to my second one this year.  And the seats were pretty awesome.

The view from our seats.

Sadly, it turned out that this was my first time to get to see the Red Sox lose live and in person.  And boy oh boy did they lose.  They got stomped… by… oh, it’s hard for me to say… Baltimore. Not Tampa, not the Yankees, but a team that is arguably one of the worst in baseball.

Still, we did have a good time.  And much to my amazement, I finally… finally managed to get myself a Narragansett.  It was quite funny.  A group of guys sitting next to us were also upset that they could not get a Narragansett, and they didn’t understand why the beer vendors would not come up to our section.  I decided that I was going to go try get one, and so I went down and asked the security supervisor, a guy around my dad’s age, about where I could get one.  He looked at me and said, “You don’t want one of those fancy foreign beers?”  I replied, “No, I want a ‘Gansett.”  He laughed.  We ended up having a long conversation about Narragansett.  It was quite funny.  Anyway, so I went down to the area where the Narragansett guy was and bought myself a beer.

The moment of triumph

So Kelly put up with my weird beer obsession, and we still had a lot of fun at the game.  We especially had a lot of fun talking to the people sitting around us who were all friendly and often funny.   Those guys sitting next to us were joking about how Kelly was “Lady Luck” or something as they were playing some sort of betting game.  And were all singing together and swaying when the seventh inning stretch came up.   Red Sox fans are so awesome.  I am so glad I live here.

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2nd interview!

I have a 2nd interview today at 2:00pm.  This is for a non-profit that I *really* want to work with doing something that I’d be really good at.  So, keep your appendages crossed and send your good thoughts my way at 2:00 if you can.  Thanks, everyone!

~Kelly

Now this is funny

Geoff here – on occasion I find some things on the Internet that are pretty funny.  Many of them are more suited to my own warped sense of humor, but I think this may be suitable for all, more or less.  Kelly told me about it and then we found the parody as we were browsing for the original videos.

First, there was an IKEA commercial that was done with cats.  It’s actually kind of cute, at least if you are like us and like cats.

Then they released a sort of “making of” video.

Then someone made a really, really funny parody (with some language) of the making-of video.   I actually laughed so hard at some of this guy’s comments I was crying.

I think there needs to be a dachshund version of this.

Church work

Yesterday was our annual church yard sale.  It is always a lot of work but it is also a lot of fun.  Geoff usually gets assigned to the Electronics area and this year was no different.  I always get assigned to the “Attic Treasures” or Jewelry table.  This year they were combined so I had the *target* table for all of the antique and jewelry vendors who show up early.  I spend most of my day explaining over and over again that, no, I’m not selling that sterling silver or crystal item for $4, that, yes, I’m a dealer and I know what I’m talking about, and that no, same annoying Russian man from last year, I am still not selling you that silver item for $4 when it is priced at $30.  Not. Gonna. Happen.

But, we did really well and I met some really great people.  Two of the most interesting people of the day were the two Muslim women who showed up at the end of the day in the most beautiful outfits.  One of them had this embroidery around her wrists that I just wanted to touch, it was so gorgeous.

I managed to get a huge amount of the items at my table sold and only spent $25.  Usually I end up spending a couple hundred dollars which, while good for the church, is not so good for my bottom line.  This year, I’d call it a win in that I got a lovely vase and a bunch of things during the $5 a bag sale period while not emptying my bank account.

Today was our first Sunday back with choir and, considering I am still getting over this cold and in the leg brace and the rest of the pro women in the choir were also coughing and sniffling I think it went well.  Our new organist is excellent.  After the service and coffee hour as I was leaving the head of the Altar Guild walked up to me and handed me one of the bouquets from the altar.  It was so nice of her and I was thrilled.  Nobody has ever done that for me before.  So, now I have the bouquet on the dining room table in the vase I bought yesterday.  Hopefully the cats will leave it alone…

~Kelly

What a day.

Well, it finally happened.  I’ve been put on layoff notice.

Last night I was finally able to get in touch with my boss.  He works in another time zone so it is sometimes hard to get in touch with him on the phone if we need to go over something.  I left him a voicemail and he got back to me last night.  We went over some outstanding issues that needed his attention and then I asked him about getting some extended time to work from home due to issues with my knee.

Silly me.

He said that if I had a note from my Dr.’s office that I could work from home and avoid commuting with a leg in a full length brace.  That made me very happy.  So I got up this morning at 8:00am and called the office when they opened and left a message asking the staff nurse to call me back.  This woman?  Is fantastic. She can move administrative mountains and I have absolute faith in her.  After a bit of phone tag we had a conversation and she said she’d fax me the appropriate paperwork.  She did, I scanned it in and emailed it to my boss.  Interesting, I have not, as of yet, heard anything about it.

Then, the phone rang with my office number. Turns out, it was the Executive Director calling to tell me that I was being laid off.  The most interesting part?  Turns out that 4 positions are being eliminated, all of them currently occupied by women.  The only women in the entire company.  I’ll let you draw your own conclusions, but that rather stands out to me.

So, if you’re looking for someone like me, you know where to find me.  Have friends who are hiring for something interesting?  Send them my way, I’m interviewing.

~Kelly

In which gravity and I fight, gravity wins, and the human race comes through.

On my way home from work every day I generally walk a mile to a T stop that is 2 stops away from work. I do this to get exercise and also to decompress from work. I did this yesterday and also stopped at CVS to pick up some scrips for me and Geoff. After I left CVS I crossed the street and sped up a bit to avoid an oncoming car.  As I did this I approached the pedestrian island in the middle of the street and as I went to step up the toe of my right shoe got caught in the hem of my left pant leg. (You can see where this is going, right?)

Yeah, splat.

I went down. Hard. I landed mostly on my right knee and then on my left. I had my backpack on and I landed in such a way that I rolled onto my right side and got up almost immediately. By the time I got up blood had already soaked through what was left of the right leg of my pants. As I rolled up the leg of my pants to investigate there were rivulets of blood running down to my sock from my knee.

Excellent, my own bloody sock. I guess that makes me a real Red Sox fan.

At this point I had attracted the attentions of two British tourists who were very concerned for my well being. They were very concerned as I got out my first aid kit (I always carry one in my backpack) quickly bandaged the gaping would in my knee, and tried to clean off the blood on my leg. It wasn’t until after I poured water down my leg that a man appeared, quite literally out of nowhere, offering me disinfecting wipes. Those were a Godsend.

It was then that I realized that not only were my hands covered in my own blood, the lady half of the British tourist couple was patiently holding my cell phone that had flown free and landed in the street when I went down. I rinsed my hands off and took the phone from her very gingerly. Then I thanked them and hobbled toward the T station where I realized that my bandage had soaked through. I changed it there and, in the process, a young woman on a bike asked me if she could get someone from the MBTA to help me. I declined, but was again impressed with how kind people were.

I called Geoff and woke him up out of a very sound nap. He hopped in the car and headed over to get me. Covered in blood and in torn clothes was not a great way to ride the T home. While I was waiting for him I called the 24 hour nurse line provided by my insurance company. As I’ve never had stitches before I asked when exactly one should get stitches. After going over the details of what happened (I had to explain to the very nice nurse that I fell onto a brick *sidewalk* not that someone had tried to hit me with a brick.) she said that the insurance company recommended that I go to the ER and be evaluated.

So, I went. And Geoff met me there.

And 6 hours later I left with 7 stitches, an X-ray of my knee (there’s a little fluid under the knee cap) and a full leg immobilizer.

That’s right kids. I’m not allowed to bend my knee for 14 days. I can walk (sort of) but I can’t walk normally or without the full leg immobilizer for the next 2 weeks. I have no idea how I’m going to commute, sit in my chair at the office, rehearse, etc. I can *barely* get in and out of the truck.

Is this the worst thing to happen ever? No. Am I hella sore today? Yes. Am I going to have some truly spectacular bruises? Absolutely.

So, Kelly- 0, Gravity- 1, General Public- 4

~Kelly