Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

January 11, 1990

Dear Everyone:

Rain, rain… went the wrong way!  We were promised a nice, wet Pacific storm this week; but those greedy people up in Washington and Oregon kept it to themselves.  Boy, won’t they be sorry when the whole Northwest washes out to sea.

 Actually, the whole thing is entirely my fault.  I admit it.  I was the one who went out last weekend and bought not one, but two (2) new umbrellas.  One for my briefcase and one “civilian” for the front closet.  Consequently, it probably won’t rain again this year.  Sorry about that.

 It’s been a quiet week.  Monday, we had a one-hour staff meeting that only lasted two hours in which we worked on the “goals and objective” of the department for 1990.  This consisted of rewriting the “goals and objectives” for 1989.  We played around with the possibility of rearranging the order of some of the “goals”, but in the end, everything stayed pretty much the way it was last year.  This is not a problem, since I doubt that we will pay any more attention to accomplishing this year’s “goals” than we did to last year’s.

This is called:  Status quo.

Once that meeting broke up, “Kevin” called “Melanie” and me back in so that the three of us, with “Alma”, could settle on a date and time that we can all go to “Pleasant Hill” for another meeting.  Getting these meetings set up can be difficult because we all have other meetings with clients and each other.  After “Melanie” listed her schedule for next week, I explained “Kevin” and I would be giving an “IDHS” presentation at 8:30 on Friday in “Pleasanton”.  We also planned to go by the room where the presentation would be given the afternoon before to make sure that the equipment was properly set up, etc.

(Ever since “Kevin” gave his first big presentation when the computer didn’t work and the hands-on demonstrations were set up in a secured building that no on could get into, he’s been real fussy about making sure that he can show the system to people before he actually does it.  You can’t really blame him.)

Then “Alma” said:  Since “Kevin” and “A” are going to be in “Pleasanton” on Friday, we’ll meet in “Pleasant Hill” in the morning.”

“WHAT?!!!”  I yelped out before I could stop myself.  “Alma” kept on going:  We’ll meet in “Pleasant Hill” in the morning and in “Pleasanton” in the afternoon.  “What?!!!” I yelped again.

Just like the big pink bunny, “Alma” kept going and going and going… I tried to back up and began explaining, very slowly and using very simple words, that we would be giving the presentation Friday morning.  The room was already booked.  We would not be able to reschedule on such short notice.  If she wanted to go to “Pleasant Hill” after the presentation, that would work.

…and going and going… “Alma” said that as long as we were in “Pleasanton” part of the day we might as well stay on that side of the Bay all day.  I was still trying to explain that we couldn’t be in two places at the same time when we finally realized that when “Alma” said “morning”, she meant the morning before Friday.  Thursday morning.  The day that we only needed to be in “Pleasanton” for a couple of hours.

Silly me.  I should have known.

If it seems like we complain a lot about “Alma”, it’s only because she gives us so much material to work with.

In other news…

“Jeannie” is getting ready to go to London.  She has her passport, if no suitably warm coat.  Funny how difficult it is to find a winter coat in the stores in the wintertime.  And she’s been practicing carrying as small a purse as possible.  She’ll borrow one of my suitcases, the smallest one she can stuff everything she needs into, because she’ll have to carry all her own luggage.  A strong inducement to travelling light.

She hasn’t said anything about it, but I expect I’ll have a small, furry house guest for the duration.

Nothing much else going on, unless you count the imminent cancellation of Beauty and the Beast.  Those bumper stickers of mine could become collectors’ items real soon.

 

Love, as always,

 

Pete

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