It's Saturday and the Kay is in cleaning mode. Somewhere underneath it all is my apartment. I decided that if I straightened and organized things, I might feel better.
* Did y'all know I'm a licensed pilot? I pile it here . . . pile it there . . . you get the picture -- right?
* Yesterday I went to a retirement party and dinner for my friend June who I worked with at one of ny assignments a while back yesterday. Marcia organized the whole thing and it was lovely. She even put together a guest book with photos of all the guests so they could leave a message next to his/her photo. Cool, huh?
* After the dinner at the Eagles, Marcia and I went to the dinner theater where her cousin had produced yet another great show: "Remembering Moonlight Gardens" which was, for many, many years the local dance spot. During WWII, it featured the Big Bands and was, for years afterward, a favorite place for the older crowd to go dancing. My Senior Prom was there (yawn). Don't get me wrong -- it was nice but I really wasn't into the whole thing as I hated high school. Still, it was an excellent production and we enjoyed it immensely. There were a lot of elders in the audience (including Marcia's in-laws) and she got some photos of them dancing. I love Big Band music -- my parents met at a Big Band dance in Milwaukee during the war -- and my dad used to sing all the songs to me when I was small. I can still sing a lot of them.
* At the office, we bid our summer interns farewell Thursday as all but one are returning to college. They are a great group of young people and I'll miss them. The young man who isn't returning to college -- just graduated -- is going to do an internship in Russia this winter and I asked him to email me now and again and let me know what he's doing. I think he has a great future.
* Friday was also doctor day. I have to get more tests and they want my cholesterol to drop. Sigh. Maybe if my appetite ever comes back, I'll eat again. And I think I'm going to be radioactive yet again.
* Our almost new mayor shot himself in the foot again, in my opinion, by calling a meeting with neighborhood leaders with minimal notice on Thursday. No way I could attend without a couple days notice -- doing so would have been disrespectful to my boss. I will not support his re-election. Any elected official who is left with a balanced budget and three a million dollar surplus and in August only has a million of that surplus left is a bit profligate for my taste and several council critters (not from the opposing party) agree.
It's been a difficult week in many ways but nice in others. Reminds me of Emerson's essay on compensation. Oh well.