All posts tagged: working from home

Working from home on a Friday morning.

The dogs and I were minding our own business here in the partially-painted WideEyedDomicile. Tibbit-the-Useless-Little-Black-Dog was monitoring the front walk and alerting us to the passage of Every Single Thing. Hamish the Corgi kept sighing and rolling his eyes at me here in the office. My grant proposal writing was going ok. You know, words were coming out of my fingertips and the keyboard kept on clattering. That’s the noise of productivity friends. But then I thought of my uke. My cute little soprano uke resting on its wee stand in the parlor. Once I thought of my little uke, I couldn’t stop thinking about Elvis. What? No, I can’t tell you why, it just happened that way. The why is lost in the vasty mystery of my inner mind. I don’t question this stuff. Now, an hour later, I can more or less play “Can’t help falling in love”.  My neighbor who also is working from home today might be regretting his decision. But I’m glorious in my own mind. I’m obviously channeling Elvis as …

Spring on my bookshelf if not on the ground.

Outside it is snowing. I can’t stand it. Miss Tibbit can’t stand it. My mouse keeps clicking on garden websites. I pretend ordered over $500 worth of dry, sunny condition plants yesterday. I bought tulips in an act of desperation. They are keeping me company in the office, nestled among the things I look at everyday…my dried frog from a beach cliff road in Estramadura region, Portugal. A favorite rock from the Rat Islands. Binoculars for staring down squirrels at the bird feeder. Beethoven on the radio because the Beethoven Festival is this week in Buffalo and that’s what’s playing. Grandpa WideEyed’s Perfect Attendance Certificate 1915-1916. My dented clock. Which would not be dented if it chose to stay on the wall like a normal clock. And, from my salad days – a Certificate of Award for participating in the Middle School jog-a-thon in 1981. I jogged 6.9 kilometers – I jogged in KILOMETERS you’ll note because the school system was still pretending to the metric conversion back then. Spring tulips among my everyday things. They are making …

My work colleagues are dogs. And no, I’m not a sheepherder.

Miss Tibbit the Useless Little Black Dog and Hamish the Corgi work with me all the day long. And they work hard on their dog chores. Miss Tibbit holds the cushion down on the chair. Hamish holds the chair in position. They sigh and stretch and mumble over their tasks. Every now and again, Hamish has to squirm into a better holding position, Miss Tibbit must squeeze herself tighter into her little dog-round position. Today Miss Tibbit worked in the window seat in the front parlor. Hamish occupied himself with holding down the old red settee. I was so lonely. The keys wouldn’t type right on the keyboard. The words wouldn’t come in my careful writing. The day was bleak. Now we’re back up here for the evening round of work. Sweet Tibbit is snoring and twitching with her full post-dinner belly and Hamish looks like he may have actually passed out. And, sure, the WideEyedSpouse is across the room, sighing and creaking around in his chair doing mysterious Spouse office things.  But he’s with …