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In my email inbox this morning was this:



I plan on using your letter to the editor on Saturday. Thanks for writing.
Sincerely,
Dodie Hofstetter
Editor, Voice of the people
Chicago Tribune



Now that's worth spending two laundry quarters to have!

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Happy birthday subdermalglow!

Happy birthday tanyad!

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Dear God,

Thank you for spring! It is hard to put into proper words the way this gorgeous April weather is affecting my spirits. Yay!

Now, while we're on the subject, I'd like to put my $0.47 cents in for the rest of the summer.

I'd like to put in an order for clear, blue skies, with the temperatures between 75 and 90 degrees (Fahrenheit, of course) with low humidity. Please keep clouds scarce, but if there must be clouds, could they please be the white, fluffy kind that float overhead while you lie on the lawn and look up to try to find shapes in them? I understand that in order to sustain the earth it must rain, but perhaps that could be limited to just enough to be necessary.

I appreciate your time and attention in this matter. Keep up the good work!

Sincerely,

violachic

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So like any other well-run non-profit organization, we have a board of directors.

Except, in fine CPT fashion, we don't call them "board of directors". We call them the Steering Committee.

The Steering Committee has meetings twice a year- each spring they are here in Chicago, and each fall they are Some Other Place, usually in-or-as-near-as-possible to Canada, so as to make it more or less fair for our Canadian folks. And to see someplace a little different. The meeting last October was in Saskatchewan. Which is close to nothing. Quite literally. But it is certainly different.

That was also the meeting that prompted this post.

And here we go again....


Steering Committee meetings start tomorrow evening, and goes until Saturday late afternoon. Tomorrow we have an all-day Support Team (all of us from the Chicago and Toronto offices) meeting. And I've been copying, collating,stapling, pasting, stuffing, labeling, etc....

Hence this post from last week.



I was starting to feel like this is the Job That Ate My Life. I feel like there is no time to be home, no time to spend with people, no time to frickin' clean my room! And certainly no time for frills.

But I'm trying to make time. I found out that its not entirely necessary for me to be around either Wednesday or Friday nights of these meetings. I sort of put my foot down, and really expressed in check-ins on Monday morning how frustrated I am, and that I'm actually resenting the Steering Committee meetings, because I used to have a life outside of CPT.

So tomorrow night, I'm still skipping choir. But I'm going to spend the time going up to Northwestern University to sit in for an hour or so on a master class given by viola demi-god, Atar Arad. It is free, and I'm sure it will be entertaining and educational.

Friday night, I am most likely going to the grand opening of a store called Curious Jane. The woman who is opening it is a close friend of Peter, of Thac0 fame, who is beloved among us at choir, and kept me sane was an enormous help coordinating and playing my fundraising concert last fall. She is also, I learned, a fellow Chicago Youth Symphony Orchestra alum- we were both in it together in high school, under the venerable and entertaining Michael Morgan. I am very much looking forward to this, as the shop- as far as I understand it- will be selling crafty stuff and supplies, with an upstairs loft that will hold classes for things like knitting and soapmaking and the like. Stuff that is not my personal talent, but certainly fascinating. And if someone can actually successfully teach me to cast on, I will be their best friend forever.

Yes, this is a link-heavy post.

Yes, this is a post-heavy day.

Tonight I am cancelling my teaching day in an effort to keep my mind and rejuvinate my social life, and will be having dinner with sleepykins and histrogeek. That makes me very happy, as not only are they some of my favorite people, but fantastic cooks, as well. And they're within stumbling walking distance of my house.

I'm going to go eat lunch now. Cal rang the bell and is wandering around the kitching looking despondent because nobody has come running.


Goodbye.