I know, I’ve been bad about posting. But I have to admit that there honestly hasn’t been anything too exciting happening with me. Actually, all of the exciting stuff has been happening to other people.
On the Friend & Family front:
The parents, in several miraculous strokes of good luck, have sold the house in the hometown, moved Up North (in WI), and will be closing on a new house there early next month. My mom is retired, and my stepdad is semi-retired (working about 3 days a week). He got a Harley, and they’ll be getting a new puppy in a few weeks. It’ll be the same breed as the blind one they have now, but they’re thinking of trying a male and calling him Tucker (Props to Dressage Mom).
I took the Dentist to WI with me for Mother’s Day weekend and we had a good time. It now takes about 4.5 hours to see the parents, but they don’t seem to see that as a problem. Considering gas prices, I’m afraid it’s going to be. I’ve also found that bringing another person along takes a lot of the focus off of me, making tolerating the parents tons better. We stopped in the hometown to see Stepmom and gave the Dentist a tour of the Farm. Lots of the horses are pregnant and beautiful and docile as ever. We got a lot of great pictures.
Various friends are having their fair share of drama in their lives and I’m glad to provide a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, and a sounding board for ideas. I wish them nothing but the best in resolving all of their issues and truly wish I could be more helpful. At the same time – I am grateful for the comparative lack of drama in my own life.
On the work front:
I’m slowly becoming more independent in my own project and that’s kinda cool. I need to get some more data asap, though. I have to present at “joint” lab meeting next week and I’m not really looking forward to it. There is a possibility that it will be cancelled at the last minute, and that’s what I’m really hoping for. Please keep your fingers crossed for me.
I have also inherited a “manuscript” from a former grad student who graduated over a year ago. Seems that my boss is so hands off that the previous grad students were able to really take advantage of him. I rearranged her “manuscript” from a thesis chapter into an actual article format, did some revising, and tracked down all of her files where her figures came from. We wrote up a list of all of the figures and how many replicates there actually were. After sitting down with the boss the workload was (thankfully) greatly reduced – he can get very creative with the cutting and “let’s just say this is ‘representative’ of the trend.” Makes me a little nervous, but I’m going to chalk it up as he just really wants to get this out the door as soon as possible. Rest assured, anything published with me as first author will have at least 3 replicates and error bars to make you proud.
On the social front:
The cute guy at the “gym” I don’t see too much of anymore now that the weather is nice. The Dentist and I go for power walks in the evenings out on a multipurpose trail near her house. Sometimes we run into him jogging. The other day he waved to me as he was driving in and I was driving out. Somehow, I have a nagging feeling that he thought I was someone else… Oh well, I’ll take what I can get.
I went to a little dental shindig with the Dentist and met a man who actually scares me. I believe (from what he told me – I’m not making this up) that he’s going to be starting up his own chapter of Idaho Militia, complete with underground bunker, shooting range (also subterranean) and large cache of weapons and ammo. He’s got one friend out there “into guns” and another friend “into explosives” and claims that all of these plans are for when things get “overcrowded” and one needs to protect oneself from a distance. Freakin’ conservative nutjob. After some consultation with a friend who went to school out West, the area where this nutjob has his parcels of land is, and I quote “a hotbed of white supremacists – real skinhead central.” Sounds lovely. I don’t think I’ll be attending any more dental shindigs.