Wrapping presents at 4:30 AM

This is me, making coffee at 4:30 AM.

I don’t even know how that happened! I didn’t do it! It was just suddenly like that! (That’s me, sounding like a 3-year-old at 4:30 in the morning.)

I’m I really so insanely driven that I got up at 4:30 AM to wrap presents? No. No, no, no, no, nothing like that. What happened was my parents have been visiting and they bought plane tickets that necessitated leaving the house at 3:30 AM to catch their return flight.

So now you’re thinking, what a good, devoted daughter, getting up at 3:00 AM to take your parents to the airport. No, actually not. All I did was hire a black car service for them. Plus, they were staying in the rented casita, and I was staying 4 miles away in my new townhome. So the entire 3:30 AM thing was not going to impact me at all (la-la-la).

Typically I turn my phone off at night. But I left it on just in case. I knew my parents wouldn’t call me unless their ride simply didn’t show up. And I had double-confirmed with the company yesterday that they were definitely coming, so I was pretty sure I’d sleep through the whole thing.

Except, I’m the one who made the reservation. So at 3:29 AM, I get a helpful automated text from the black car company that my ride had arrived. DING! I’m a light sleeper, and I wake up off and on all night long. The key to going right back to sleep is to not engage my brain. I need my brainwaves to stay in sleep mode. I can get myself all the way to the bathroom and back and still be in some sort of REM or something. But I cannot stay in sleep-brainwave-mode and read a text message. Reading is an awake-brainwave-mode. (Don’t you love my highly technical explanation of all this, LOL). And if I go into awake-brainwave-mode past about 3:00 AM, I’m simply not going to go back to sleep.

Anyway, I hung out in bed for an hour until I finally decided I had better things to do with my time, and got up at 4:30. I wanted to go to Old Town to get some last minute Christmas shopping done, but I don’t think Old Town is open at 4:30 AM.

Thomas Fire

It’s quite possible that the duplex in Ventura that Laura and I lived in for a year when she was in high school has burned.

This map, which is at least a day or two old, shows the fire to be within 2 blocks of where we used to live. We lived on Homer Ave., which you can see there just to the left of the medical center.

I have a lot of very fond memories of our time in Ventura.

Comics

Here’s a couple of funnies, because I haven’t had time to post much recently.

Quote I saw on a presentation at work: “Laws, like sausages, cease to inspire respect in proportion as we know how they are made.” (John Godfrey Saxe)

And a comic someone sent to me:

 

 

 

The first snow

The first thing I did when I got up this morning was take an aspirin and get a second cup of coffee started, because I could tell it was going to be one of those mornings. But then as it got light out, I noticed what looked like heavy frost outside.

But around here heavy frost is unlikely because the ground is normally too dry. If there’s going to be frozen moisture, it would have had to come from the sky. Sure enough, by the time I was heading out the door, it was snowing again.

One cool thing about my mornings is I often run into my neighbor on the way out. We leave at the same time (if I’m running 5 minutes late). Her name is Ira or Ida, I forgot which. Anyway, it’s nice to have someone to greet in the morning, and exclaim about the snow together.

The other great thing was I actually had a scraper in my car. Amazing! I don’t have any curtains on my windows or plates in my kitchen, but I have a scraper in my car. It’s surprising too, because I don’t think I’ve used it for about 5-6 years. Seriously, we had such a mild winter last year – it only snowed once – and I never went anywhere anyway – that I don’t think I ever had to scrape. And before that we were in California for 4 years. But lo and behold, a scraper waiting patiently for this day on the floor of the backseat, right behind the driver’s seat. My faithful scraper.

It snowed lightly all the way in to work, swirling dryly over the roads. Luckily I had only just yesterday figured out my best route to work. The casita I was renting was only about 5 blocks from work, so there really wasn’t route options. My new house is about 15 minutes drive. I’ve been trying different routes. The google maps route is the fastest, but the traffic is difficult – high and variable speeds, lots of lane changes, etc. So I briefly tried to design a complicated route through the residential areas, but it was confusing, poorly lit, and surprisingly heavy traffic anyway.

So now I’m just doing the most direct route – which is a multi-lane, major arterial cutting a straight shot through several miles of commercial establishments (strip malls, grocery stores, hotels, etc.). The downside is that there are tons of streetlights and lots of ingress/egress from all the stores. It’s a very slow slog. The upside is it’s simple and direct, and traffic proceeds slowly and orderly (for the most part). Anyway, the slower speeds and straight route was what I needed to navigate the blowing snow.

By mid-day it was wet and slippery.

Then it refroze, and by the time I left work at 6pm it was iced over. Luckily the major roads had dried before it iced. But my car was iced and there were patches of black ice in driveways and out of the way places.

I guess winter is here. And it’s beginning to feel like Christmas! Yesterday they decorated the lobby at work.

I’m realizing I should update my own office décor, which is leftover from Halloween.

I was thinking my pumpkin theme would be fine through Thanksgiving, so I’m still good, right? Then I realized, oh, wait. We already had Thanksgiving! John and I didn’t do the turkey thing. We drove to San Diego instead. So I forgot we had Thanksgiving. It’s already a week into December! I owe you those San Diego pics. Maybe I can get those posted this weekend!

Meanwhile I really ought to change out my desktop photo and my pumpkin plant pot with something more in keeping with December themes. Quick, anyone have a cute winter pic I could use?

Feeling thwarted

I’m very grateful and excited to be living in my new house in Santa Fe! But honestly – I’m in that frustrating stage where nothing is right. Every time I go to do anything, I don’t have it, or it’s in the wrong place and I can’t find it, or it’s not set up yet…

My kitchen is mostly working, but I don’t have any plates or cooking utensils. I have silverware and I have bowls. So yeah, I can pop a frozen pizza in the oven and serve it up in a couple of bowls, no problem. Pizza in a bowl still tastes the same!

My bathroom has no trash can. It’s not hard to walk the trash out to the kitchen. But when there are hundreds of that kind of thing, it starts getting annoying. The shower is leaking on the floor, and I don’t have any bath mats. No problem, I’ll throw a dog blanket on the floor.

It’s crumpled and funny looking, but whatever.

I would really like to clean the toilet bowl. But I don’t have a toilet scrubber. I could do it the old fashioned way, but I don’t have any rubber gloves. And I’m not putting my bare hands in there! I briefly considered trying to tie a washcloth to a stick, but then I realized I had no string.

Therefore, no one gets to visit me until I have purchased a toilet bowl scrubber. Which are readily available at any local convenience store, but again, when there’s hundreds of these things to do…I’m not quite sure when going to get a toilet bowl scrubber is going to be the top of my list of things to do.

I thought I could at least take out the garbage (which is currently in a bag in a small box because I don’t have a kitchen garbage can that fits under the sink). But when I carried the bag out to the garage I realized that the big bin has tons of stuff piled on top of it.

Piling things on top of the garbage can is a TOTAL pet peeve of mine. But I understand why people do it. It’s such a tempting flat surface at arm’s height. How many flat surfaces at arm’s height do we have in garages? (Other than cars, but if you pile things on your car you’ll end up driving off with them, and then they’ll be scattered all over the street and that doesn’t end well).

I have one window that has no covering at all, and it bothers me at night. That black abyss – I feel like I’m in a fishbowl. So I thought I’d just temporarily hang a sheet or something over it. But no hammer or nails. No thumbtacks. No poster putty. No tape. No bandaids. Not even any chewing gum!

I’m grateful to have a working washer & dryer. But the doors! Seriously?

Speaking of doors, I guess it’s better than when we moved into one of the houses in California, and the remodel wasn’t done. We had both Darren and Monica staying with us, and there were no interior doors. At all. Not even on the bathrooms. So at least we’re not in the midst of a major remodel (at this house). The other house is another story. I’ll post an update on that eventually, but can’t even think about that right now.

Meanwhile, I hadn’t moved very many of my clothes yet because my new closet wasn’t ready. So now I’ve been moving them in batches out of the casita during my lunch hour. I can’t fit the wardrobe boxes into my Mini Cooper. So I’ve been taking my clothes back out of their boxes and putting them into trash bags with a little hole torn in the bottom to hold the hangers in one place (sort of, if I’m careful).

I’m not happy with the direct route to and from work, because of the level of traffic and crazy drivers. So I’m trying to plot a zigzag path along the side streets, but a lot of the signs aren’t lit and I can’t read them at night. So I’m getting lost on the way to and from work, even though it’s not that far. Once I memorize a good route I’ll be fine. But I can’t even print one off to take with me because – of course, the printer’s not set up.

But sometimes I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. My kitchen is looking better.

Yes, that photo was totally staged. No, my kitchen doesn’t really look like that. But we can pretend.

And the new appliances are genuinely really nice. There’s a new microwave too, that will go over the stove. It’s not installed yet.

(Hint – to take a good picture of a trashed kitchen, first move all the stuff onto countertop #1 and photograph countertop #2. Then move all the stuff onto countertop #2 and photograph countertop #1. Your audience will never see THE STUFF.) In this case, “the stuff” is manuals for the new appliances, random hardware, piles of junk mail, random kitchen items that don’t fit in the tiny amount of cabinet space, but nothing nearly as handy as a SPATULA would be. I just really want a spatula.

Several of my plants are suffering in Placitas, and I’m afraid I’m going to lose them before I can get them up here. My jade is dying. I’ve had it for YEARS. Through multiple moves. How do you even kill a jade? They’re indestructible! Until now. And one of my group of 5 money plants has died (which I’m very superstitious about).

It is encouraging though, in the few areas we have managed to make progress. John made this nice, efficient set of shelves and hanging bars in my mini-walk-in closet. I really like having an organized closet.

But my office is trashed.

There’s that same ladder again! John has been working hard. I don’t know what I’d do without him. Now he’s putting up shelves in the office closet too. For books and office files? Yeah right. No, for my enormous shoe collection, which is totally not going to fit in the master bedroom’s mini-walk-in closet. I can’t even get all my clothes in that closet, much less my shoes too. (That’s the real reason I went back to work – I had too many clothes and shoes going to waste!)

So now I’m sitting by my Christmas cactus on my cedar chest and flokati rug, and pretending the whole house is just fine (never mind those boxes in the background).

Statewide timesheet oops

I almost had an even better day today than I expected. We could have had the day off!

Last night a process inadvertently triggered the creation and placement of personal leave day on each employee’s SHARE timesheets, with a 12/1/17 date.  We are aware of this issue and are working on it.   Time Reporters and Approvers should continue to enter and approve valid reported time.   However please do not approve the Personal Leave Award Day.

​ This timesheet error affected every single state employee in all of New Mexico!

Hmmm, I wonder if there really is something called a “Personal Leave Award Day”?

Exciting day!

I woke up early this morning, so I’m going to go to work early, so I can get off early, because we have an exciting day today!

Today the new appliances arrive at the Santa Fe house. John has today off, so he’s coming up first thing this morning to meet the appliance delivery. And then he’s going to do a whole day’s worth of handyman chores at the house, and for dinner we’re going to have Indian food at the restaurant near where I work. I smell it when I walk by and it smells so good! So I’ve been wanting to try it. Then John’s going to stay the night and we’ll spend Saturday in Santa Fe.

Then on Sunday morning we’re going down to Albuquerque to go to the Spanish Market at the National Hispanic Cultural Center that is going on this weekend. I hope to find authentic local Christmas cards. If they don’t have any, we can make a quick stop in Old Town.

Then John plans to blow out the irrigation lines and cap the outdoor faucets at all 3 rentals on Sunday afternoon. Because we’re going to get our first really hard freeze early next week! It’s already been below freezing at night occasionally for the past month, but this will be the first solid deep freeze. Yesterday it was cloudy and I could tell they were snow clouds, not rain clouds. It wasn’t cold enough to actually get snow on the ground, and we didn’t actually get any precip, but there was snow up there.

Anyway, regarding the new house; we moved the first round of furniture a couple of weeks ago. I told you all about finding the pastor’s son, Santiago to help us. Well, he was great, and we’re hoping to hire him again to get the rest of the stuff out of the rental and into the house in Placitas later this month.

Here’s boxes and furniture at the rental, waiting to go up to Santa Fe.

John did a great job of getting it all ready to go.

We got that first round of furniture in two weeks ago, then we went to San Diego for Thanksgiving last week (I’ll post about that soon). We haven’t even been out to the new house since before Thanksgiving. I’m really looking forward to spending some time out there.

So this weekend, I’ll be unpacking while John is fixing stuff. And I’ll take some pictures! John’s already installed the doggie door. But he needs to set up the bed, install curtain rods, tighten the wobbly toilet, change the locks, etc. I also bought new light fixtures, but I think John wants me to hire a handyman for that. And the kiva needs painted. I might do that myself, or might hire that. There’s no rush on that.

We also might replace the kitchen sink. No! Don’t do it! Right? You’re right. It’s a very slippery slope. Because if we replace the kitchen sick, we’d like an under-mount style for later when we replace the countertop. But I’m not sure if we can buy one that would work for a future under-mount installation and have it meanwhile work with the existing countertop. So maybe we should change out the countertop too – it’s such a small kitchen it wouldn’t be very expensive. But if we’re doing the countertop, there’s really only a few cabinets. And that pink backsplash is ok in the bathrooms, but I’m not liking it in the kitchen. STOP! Don’t even think it. We do NOT have time to do a kitchen remodel right now. But that’s how it happens!

 

Environment Report

I don’t read or listen to the “regular” news because I prefer long, in-depth articles that have been well researched.

Since starting my new job, I’ve been occasionally reading the Bloomberg BNA Daily Environment Report. The publisher is the Bureau of National Affairs. I think they create some other professional reports as well, for law and economics, etc. The Environment Report is emailed to us at work every day. I don’t have time to read it every day, but it does a good job of giving one-paragraph summaries of the articles on the front page. I love the layout, complete simplicity; black and white, no photos, no ads. Articles in two columns on 8 1/2 x 11 paper. (Ours comes in pdf form in an email, so I read it on my computer.)

Here is more info, https://www.bna.com/environment-energy-report

Here is an example of the headlines on the first page. This is the front page, the report itself is about 10 pages.

If you’re interested in this and it turns out to be prohibitively expensive, let me know. As far as I’m aware, I’m allowed to forward emails 🙂

What we say about ourselves on our cars

Every morning I park behind these two cars.

The one on the right has a sign that says, “I believe in fairies.” The one on the left has a plate frame that says, “To close for missiles, switching to guns.” And I don’t understand either one. It’s such a juxtaposition.

I’m like, I don’t get it. I don’t get either one of them. Does she really believe in fairies or is it just some sort of ironic commentary on our political times? Maybe she doesn’t really believe in fairies but wishes she could? Is it supposed to be funny? Or maybe just unique?

The one about guns – is this just some sort of he-man macho meaningless statement, or is there something more subtle that I’m missing? Is it funny? Is it clever?

I finally ran into the owner of the missiles-to-guns car and I asked him. What does it mean? So he tried to explain that missiles go further than guns. Yeah I know that, but…so? Why did you put that on the back of your car? (I didn’t quite ask it that way, but almost).  Apparently, it’s a “if you can read this you’re too close”, back off and quit tailgating statement. Okay, I was just wondering.

Then I saw a bumper sticker that I thought was funny (sorry, no photo, I was driving). It said, “My other car is my motorcycle that don’t run.” I took that as a little bit of self-depreciatory humor, and I laughed. But then I got to thinking about it and I’m like, hmmm, maybe not? The rapidly widening economic gap – and the misconceptions about the cultural differences of the haves and have nots – is causing a big problem in our country. And it’s maybe not so funny after all.

I momentarily wished we were back in simpler times. But those times weren’t much simpler. I grew up in logging country when that industry was in massive decline. Hundreds of square miles of beautiful forestlands had been decimated, leaving bald hills and enormous clear-cut scars through the entire northwest. This prompted understandable pushback. But imposing limits to logging meant poverty for a huge percentage of the local population. One bumper sticker I remember from back then went, “Hug a logger – you’ll never go back to trees.” This bumper sticker did point to the class differences in that debate – but I like to imagine that it did so in a reasonably friendly manner.

It’s ironic, speaking of the role of trees, that we’re belatedly realizing that our earth is getting too hot and now they are talking about ways to use trees to recapture the CO2 we’ve been dumping into the atmosphere. One way is to plant a bunch of trees (a really big bunch of trees), and let them soak up the CO2. Then instead of releasing the CO2 back again as the trees die and decay, burn the trees for fuel and capture the CO2 while burning them. Then somehow sequestering the captured CO2, perhaps by pumping it back into the ground where it came from. It’s a complicated, expensive idea that would take huge amounts of land. But I gather we’re going to have to do some sort of expensive CO2 removal, because it’s basically too late to just cut emissions, even if we all stopped using any fossil fuels at all, starting this very moment.

Well, I don’t want to end this post on an end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it topic. So here’s something cute I saw on a car at lunch today; a vanity license plate that read, “Gampa”. Awwww! That’s exactly how they say it too!

A lot at once

It’s been nuts. It’s particularly been nuts at work. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying it, but it’s relentless. It was plenty enough challenge to simply have a brand new job in an area I know very little about (air quality). But no, one month into it, they anoint me acting manager (with no actual previous management experience). So that’s it, right, like surely it can’t get any harder than that, right? Right? Wrong.

So guess what? Our senior manager is doing a reorganization of his whole department, and we’re now in the early stages of more than doubling the size of my team, and more than doubling my team’s workload. We currently have one vacancy already, and three new (vacant) positions will soon be moved into my team. So I’ll have 4 new people to hire and train. Our team currently only consists of 3 of us, and 2 of the 3 of us are brand new. So we’re going to have a team of 7, with 6 of the 7 of us still in new-hire probationary status, and only one guy who actually knows what he’s doing. Don’t say it. No, he’s not going to retire. He is not allowed to retire. Because I said so.

And our metrics suck. My team currently isn’t even doing a third of the work we are supposed to be doing. If the facilities we are regulating had any idea how few of their reports we are even filing, much less looking at…omg. We’ve got boxes of unreviewed submissions stacked in unused cubicles. Ideally, we’d be reviewing all the reports. But meanwhile I’m just trying to get some prioritization in place so we can try to catch the most egregious violations.

In case you’re wondering, no, I’m not the official manager yet. The job will be posting in the next week or two, and then I will need to apply and interview, and tell them all about how great I am in this job. I’ve been learning a lot fast, and I probably don’t realize how much I already know. But let me tell you, I spend every minute of every day feeling clueless.

For example, I get an email. I don’t know what the email means or why it came to me. I don’t have any idea what to do with the email. I google phrases and acronyms out of the email. I print the email and walk around to random people in the department and show them the email. I write down the incomprehensible things they are saying about the email. I go back to my desk and google some more. I then tentatively draft something that sounds like it might make sense about the email, and send it to approximately the right set of people (give or take a few) and pray that I don’t sound like a total idiot. Then on to the next email. And repeat.

Meanwhile I’m supposed to be writing project plans and timelines for projects I don’t even understand. I’ve also been put in charge of several online applications, all in various stages of development, none of which I know how to use.

It’s soooo way different from Sandia. At Sandia we were extremely micromanaged and everything was spoon-fed. We had to know everything about everything before they allowed us to do anything. Here it’s the opposite. They’re like, don’t worry about the fact that you don’t know what you’re doing, you just gotta do it anyway because it needs done and we don’t have anyone else to do it. Just go, go, go, you’re doing great, keep going as fast as you can.

And the weird thing – the work here is actually more technically difficult (in my job at least) than it was at Sandia. I have a lot of credibility here from having worked at Sandia, because Sandia has a reputation of doing highly technical incomprehensible stuff. So they think I’m some sort of uber technical wiz. But the reality is, air quality – and the facilities we regulate (oil and gas plants, compression stations, etc.) – are actually really complicated.

Oh by the way, do you know I have the ability to just edit the state’s websites on whim? That I actually know how to do. And they’re letting me do it. Like really? Yes, I can just go up there and write or upload whatever I want (he-he-he). But seriously, can you imagine Sandia allowing something like that?

Ok, update, I found out I can’t actually edit EVERYTHING I want on the state website. I have total access to write whatever I want on any of the pages. BUT, I cannot change the title of a link in a dropdown menu without Bureau Chief approval! (That’s lots of layers up there.) So I have to send a formal email up the chain in order to have one of the options in the side menu say, “Notices and FAQs” rather than “FAQ’s”. But hey, the actual page that it’s linked to is all mine. I can put whatever notices and FAQs up there that I want. Puppy pics, here we come! Ok, not really. It would be fun though.

I haven’t worked this hard at a job in my entire life.