I Am Large, I Contain Multitudes

First off, congrats to the fabulous jessruth, newly-minted Master of Social Work! Note that I am bravely resisting the urge to use BLINK TAGS to show you all how proud I am of her. But imagine they're there.

So it's Tuesday, I've been at the New Job more than a week now, and -- ki tov, ki tov. :-) The first two days were a little slow, leaving me wondering what in the world I was doing there, despite how pleased and excited everyone seemed to have me on board. But then things I can Actually Do start to trickle in, and suddenly I see where I fit in. And it does seem a remarkably good fit. And it turns out that wearing skirts every day is not, actually, problematic.

Meanwhile, Tiger Boy has been in the Grand Canyon on a father-and-son rafting trip all this week -- completely out of phone range, never mind email (in fact he left the phone back with the luggage in the hotel storage). More than anything else, it's weird to get ready for bed by myself. *sigh* But I have, needless to say, been keeping insanely busy in his absence. ( Such as going to NYC for Shabbat instead of assembling wedding invitations. )

I WILL be working on invitations tonight, and possibly some of tomorrow night, if any crafty people feel like coming over to help me punch holes and tie ribbons. :-)

Thursday night is the tremontstshul Lag B'Omer BBQ. Unfortunately, it is simultaneous with the penultimate rehearsal for SomerVaudeVille. Fortunately, the effect of that has been to (finally!) mobilize the Great Reduce-Dependence-On-Erica Campaign, spearheaded by ablock and brass_rat, both of whom rock.

And Tiger Boy will be flying in this coming Friday morning, on the redeye... just in time to hear Neil Gaiman on Friday night! We bought 8 tickets from MIT the day they came out (thanks to a word from nacht_musik); everyone said "Oh, it's Kresge, no danger of it selling out" but, ha ha, millionyear and pandemonium_bks have done a bang-up job of peddling the tickets and, lo and behold, there may not be any left on site the night of the event! We have 1 of our 8 left, though; anyone want to join us? Preference will be given to those who are NOT being tapped to help cover services at tremontstshul at the same hour. :-}

And now, to get dressed and eat breakfast, 'cause -- aah! must leave the house in 25 minutes!!

Tiger Boy has written the following three things* on the grocery list:
 lox
 apples
 floss
And therefore every time I walk past the refrigerator, I can't help but think of "Snow, Glass, Apples". ;-)

Speaking of which, I was reading interestedly about Neil Gaiman's New York appearances April 25-26. Trying to go to some of these would be a no-brainer** except that jessruth's semester doesn't end until May 4, so I was gonna wait until after that to road-trip to NYC. Anyone already have plans to attend any of these? Are there even still tickets available?

*I also need milk, now, but I hate to write it in and mess up the pattern.
**Although, I suppose, I could be gainfully externally employed again by then already. Hmm.

At some length, as best as I can now recall. :-) I've been piecing this together in scattered minutes over the past week, that's why I've been so quiet in the interim.

( Thursday: First Night )

( Friday: Playing hooky from work, though not from shul )

( Saturday: 'Life just doesn't get any better than this.' )

( Sunday: Kind of a wash, unfortunately )

Incidentally, since there were no Masquerade programs, here's the one crucial piece of information you should have gotten: One Man Star Wars is Charles Ross, who is (a) fucking brilliant and (b) now touring with his One Man Lord Of The Rings Trilogy.

( Monday: Closing goodness )

Next stop: Iolanthe! (First singthru was last night. I'm in the chorus.)

PHYLLIS: But I'd rather have half a mortal I do love, than half a dozen I don't!
STREPHON: Oh, I think not -- go to your half-dozen.
PHYLLIS: It's only two! and I hate 'em! Please forgive me!

Life is never boring when it's imitating Iolanthe. (Perhaps I shall put on some glitter and explore my fairy nature. Just in time for auditions next week.)

ablock: So now you are going to go to Worldcon and not hook up with anyone?
chanaleh: That's pretty much my plan, yes.
ablock: Riiight.
chanaleh: I am capable of restraining myself, you know.
ablock: I'm just saying the timing is... ironic.

The bit that's actually ironic, though, is that [now that I have actually met someone new who seems worth serious interest, and decided that I would like to pursue this avenue if possible,] technically this is perhaps the least "attached" I have been anytime in the last, oh, five (six?) years. (Except for last September, but anyone who was there will note that I was still pretty entangled even at that point.)

I am practicing detachment. I am taking things slowly. [Insert notes to self on time dilation phenomena here.]

Which is good for me on its own merits; otherwise I don't think I could face this at all. But I am.

I am coping by taking long walks: to work, from work, rambling around Central Square late at night.

As of this morning, I have lost five pounds.
(Of course, it's also hayfever season, which kills my appetite anyway.)

Still, I think it's going to be a good weekend. And a good con. Neil Gaiman is MC'ing the Hugos Saturday night!
Also, MuffinButtons! Look for me at-con!