Olga and I paused on our early-morning walk Thursday for another self-portrait in the window of Roche Bobois, the fancy French furniture store on Finchley Road. This window is always good for photos, with the unusual and colorful furnishings inside, the lines in the ceiling and the reflections across the street. In good light it's especially nice.
OK, so here's what I forgot about a full-time job -- it takes a lot of time! I know I'm behind on reading everyone's blogs and responding to comments but I'll try to catch up this weekend. Normally at work I can read blogs during slow periods at my desk, but I haven't had any slow periods the last few days -- haven't been sitting at my desk at all, in fact. There's just too much to do out on the floor of the library. I re-shelved again all day yesterday, and I've got about two-thirds of everything put away.
I'm amazed I forgot to mention this in my last post, but CAN YOU BELIEVE the news about Steve Bannon's arrest?! That was the most exciting thing I've heard all month. When Dave told me about it I exclaimed "YES!" and shot my arms into the air. That man is a scoundrel of the first order and it's about time he got his comeuppance.
I've been having some interesting conversations with my credit card company. It's a long story and not very interesting, but basically they owe me money, which they say they sent me but I never received. There's nothing worse than hanging on the phone with a bank's customer service department for an hour -- even when they're helpful and things go smoothly it's agony.
The weather was super-windy yesterday. Some of our plants kept blowing over, including the avocado, which is still living in the back yard. (I know, I know -- the pot's too small.) We even had a plant blow off the windowsill in the library. I repotted it as best I can -- we'll see if it survives.
As Dave and I were watching TV in the evening, a cat suddenly jumped into the room through the open window! Olga was curled up on the couch asleep, so fortunately she didn't see it. I made a quick motion with my arm and shooed it away. It was a fluffy white cat that I think belongs to the family two doors down, and it probably has no idea that it almost became a staffy hors d'oeuvre.