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- 06:01 morning tweeters. busy day ahead as i have a big meeting at work then have to rush for the airport. #
- 06:13 been one of those days already...sigh! #
- 07:55 at work now...the office is mainly deserted and they're cleaning the coffee machine...argggggh! #
- 07:56 @soveren people have been asking that question for centuries. all i can say is that it is as it is, and we must be as good as we can. #
- 09:10 twittering from work through computer at home. LogMeIn is pretty good for such things... #
- 09:43 @tug : i guess imaginary friendship is not confined to imaginative children. What is FF?? #
- 13:15 @tug thanks for that. have parked it for when I get back from the states. #
- 13:29 off to a meeting now, then to the airport. next twitter time unknown. #
- 18:28 At Heathrow waiting for BA239 to be ready. Will check into Twitter tomorrow. Cya tweeters! #
Jul. 5th, 2008
Looking through my uncle's papers
Jul. 5th, 2008 08:39 amI was looking through my uncle's papers, and found not only my great-grandparents' marriage certificate (I think I'd seen that before), but also a couple of things that made me think:
First was a letter from my great-uncle Hervey to his parents. The thing was, it was in pencil and it was written from prison, where he was doing time for theft. I haven't transcribed it yet, but I think it's worth it.
Second was a letter from my grandfather to his parents, i which he talks about his education, his work (I think it must have been in the late 1920's, after my uncle was born and in the midst of the Great Depression). Very touching.
I don't think there's much more to discover, but as he wanted me to have his books and papers, I'll see what I can do to preserve and use them.
PS: My uncle's phone just rang, and I answered it with a bit of trepidation, as I was dreading having to tell someone else that he'd died. Fortunately, it was a wrong number. Narrow escape!
First was a letter from my great-uncle Hervey to his parents. The thing was, it was in pencil and it was written from prison, where he was doing time for theft. I haven't transcribed it yet, but I think it's worth it.
Second was a letter from my grandfather to his parents, i which he talks about his education, his work (I think it must have been in the late 1920's, after my uncle was born and in the midst of the Great Depression). Very touching.
I don't think there's much more to discover, but as he wanted me to have his books and papers, I'll see what I can do to preserve and use them.
PS: My uncle's phone just rang, and I answered it with a bit of trepidation, as I was dreading having to tell someone else that he'd died. Fortunately, it was a wrong number. Narrow escape!
In Marblehead
Jul. 5th, 2008 12:17 pmI went to work yesterday to have a meeting with my new boss. I was pretty short with him, in that I've been mismanaged for most of the time I've been with them. I told him of my strong desire to stay near London, for medical and social reasons. He said "Have you read your contract? What would you do if we sent you to Leeds?" I replied, "I have, and I'd quit." When I get back he has some material for me to look at and critique, and we will see how that goes. He doesn't seem to be unreasonable, but sometimes forthrightness on my part will go a long way.
I rushed home after the meeting, changed and gathered my things, and headed for the airport. I wasn't aware that the Heathrow Express no longer calls at Terminal 4! You have to get off at Terminals 1, 2, and 3 and wait for a Heathrow Connect (the slow local service) to go to Terminal 4. I'm glad I wasn't pressed for time, or else I'd have been eating my fingernails down to the bone.
Got to Terminal 4 finally, and tried to check in at the kiosk. No luck. An assistant helped for a bit, then referred me to the desk, where after a while I got checked in. She got me an aisle seat, and I thanked her and said "It'll be a blessing, as it's not a joyful trip, as I'm going to a family funeral." She wished me condolences, and sent me on my way. Security was (oddly enough for a Friday evening in July) a breeze, relatively speaking, and I emerged into the waiting area, where I shopped, had a coffee, and got ready for the flight.
When it was time to board, I figured it would be simple. I gave them my boarding pass, and when they scanned it it went "Thunk" instead of "Beep". They puzzled over it for a minute, and finally printed out another pass. With a smile, the attendant said, "Oh, I see now. You've been upgraded!" And so I had, to premium economy, with more room to stretch and a better seat. The food was the same, however. I will have to write to BA expressing my gratitude for the arrangements--I had been meaning to write compaining that I couldn't check in online, but I'll leave that aside. It's nice to have help like that when travelling for such a somber reason.
The flight was pretty smooth: the seat-belt sign didn't go on once. Disembarking in Boston was also interesting as for the first time I could see the privileged First-Class passengers leaving first. No hitches, and I got here in good time. It was interesting flying over Boston and seeing the fireworks from above! They were quite spectacular, and we saw several displays from various places on the way in.
Didn't sleep much, and had a dream in which my other foot got infected. Ugh! Now dogsitting while my brother goes to a fireman's muster in Maine (I was looking forward to going, but dogsitting is more important!). Collecting my thoughts for the eulogy I'll be writing tomorrow.
I rushed home after the meeting, changed and gathered my things, and headed for the airport. I wasn't aware that the Heathrow Express no longer calls at Terminal 4! You have to get off at Terminals 1, 2, and 3 and wait for a Heathrow Connect (the slow local service) to go to Terminal 4. I'm glad I wasn't pressed for time, or else I'd have been eating my fingernails down to the bone.
Got to Terminal 4 finally, and tried to check in at the kiosk. No luck. An assistant helped for a bit, then referred me to the desk, where after a while I got checked in. She got me an aisle seat, and I thanked her and said "It'll be a blessing, as it's not a joyful trip, as I'm going to a family funeral." She wished me condolences, and sent me on my way. Security was (oddly enough for a Friday evening in July) a breeze, relatively speaking, and I emerged into the waiting area, where I shopped, had a coffee, and got ready for the flight.
When it was time to board, I figured it would be simple. I gave them my boarding pass, and when they scanned it it went "Thunk" instead of "Beep". They puzzled over it for a minute, and finally printed out another pass. With a smile, the attendant said, "Oh, I see now. You've been upgraded!" And so I had, to premium economy, with more room to stretch and a better seat. The food was the same, however. I will have to write to BA expressing my gratitude for the arrangements--I had been meaning to write compaining that I couldn't check in online, but I'll leave that aside. It's nice to have help like that when travelling for such a somber reason.
The flight was pretty smooth: the seat-belt sign didn't go on once. Disembarking in Boston was also interesting as for the first time I could see the privileged First-Class passengers leaving first. No hitches, and I got here in good time. It was interesting flying over Boston and seeing the fireworks from above! They were quite spectacular, and we saw several displays from various places on the way in.
Didn't sleep much, and had a dream in which my other foot got infected. Ugh! Now dogsitting while my brother goes to a fireman's muster in Maine (I was looking forward to going, but dogsitting is more important!). Collecting my thoughts for the eulogy I'll be writing tomorrow.