Go ’round the tree
At our house, there’s an intonation exam. Simple. Tell the dog to “Go ’round the tree”. Either he does or he doesn’t. Pass/fail. The dog is a born weaver. With enough of a lead, he can find a way to combine three different combinations of shrubbery and linden into something quite beautiful. Painful to undo, but that’s why the exam takes on special importance.
This was a ribs day. Given a quiet afternoon and a properly heated oven, I turned four slabs of dead pig into something better. All bragging aside, I’ve never acquired a taste for raw flesh, and preparing a proper tray of ribs makes me feel better about a lot of things. Don’t go off on the “you should eat healthy foods” tangent. Ribs are.
Still facing that whole “individual meeting as an invitation to dialogue” thing for what it is: an attempt to implant evaluation into the workplace. At times like this (which I don’t like), the countdown to a new lifestyle is necessary. Too many days ahead to use it as a bargaining chip, but I’d really like to be told that “status quo” had meaning.
I’m reading another Ken Follett series: Fall Of Giants / Winter Of The World. The third volume of the trilogy is still more than a year away from bookstores, but my reaction to what I’ve read so far is positive. Finally, someone takes the time to explain how World War One succeeded in tying so many disparate populations into the same corner of hell on earth.
