In an effort to stop myself from dropping one egg, I managed to drop this one instead. Dammit.
classified
Found at work today. And for those who can’t read Kid fluently, allow me to translate:
seal for URF [?] with slogan “Semper Veritas”; image of earth with an arrow pointing upwards going through it
CLASSIFIED
An inquiry shall be made to the [federation??] Minister of Defence as to the deployment of reconnaissance by aerial means around the gown reported to have an object that can create tornados. Aircraft that are to be supplied can fly in short bursts. Once found, ti shall be taken to the altar where * say it should be taken.
Tack Liu
*Angie Robertson [??]1
“Milk’s favorite cookie”….homemade
We made Oreos today! The Stuff has kind of a caramel flavor to it, which is actually quite tasty.
Cutting the cookies
Piping in the Stuff
define “leaf”
I found this leaf weeks ago, and have been meaning to take a photo of it ever since. But I couldn’t decide what kind of photo to take. Today, inspiration struck.
free parking
One of the local municipal lots is having some work done on it later this week, so they’ve removed all the parking meters. I got free parking for my chiropractor appointment today…woo hoo!
Halloween treats
It’s been a while since I made my famous (infamous?) finger cookies. I hope my new coworkers enjoy them….
city elections
Newton’s City Council is far too large. There are 8 wards, and each has 1 ward councillor, and 2 at-large councillors. Everyone can vote for all the at-large councillors, but only ward residents can vote for the ward councillor. Anyway, it’s 24 people (Boston has 12), and it amazes me that anything ever gets done.
chair up
In the parking garage at new Workplace. A whole bunch of tables and chairs. Not sure if they belong to Workplace (there are other places that use the garage), but they definitely caught my eye.
goodbye gifts
In spite of the fact that I told them I did not want a send off, my team threw me a non-party anyway. It featured an activity kit on how to celebrate Alissa (the instructions are under the plaque), a photo book, and a plaque thanking me for my service to the museum (which was really from BCM’s president). There may have been tears.
23 years later
Peace out, BCM. Thanks for everything.
