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So I got out of work at noon, came home to lunch already reheated and dude doing the last of the dishes, ate a quick lunch, dude had to type furiously on his computer for a few more minutes but that let me grab some embroidery floss farmsister had asked me to bring, then we loaded up the car and hit the road.
it was lovely, sunny, and almost nobody was driving on the thruway– i assume most people either had monday off and so traveled over the weekend, or would be traveling on christmas eve. i hope the same is true on our trip back, on the 26th, but it’s ok if it’s a bit more congested then.
we hit the capital district right around rush hour, and my gambit of getting off the northway at rte 2 backfired solely because that single intersection was backed up. it was weird. but it was ok after that. (i hate trying to get on rte 7, i think it’s a goddamn nightmare, and then you’re in troy like… the maximum amount of time. no thanks.)
we arrived just in time for dinner, and farmkid was so excited to show me their christmas tree, and to show us the presents she’s bought us. (there was like… a thing at school where she could buy people presents, so she did. she’s already whispered to me that her gift for Dude is a bracelet with a dolphin wearing headphones marked with D on it (for his initial) and she’s very excited about this. I have every faith in his ability to feign enthusiasm and honestly depending on the thing it may well end up being attached to his work bag or something. He works mostly with dads, as it happens (and a mom now, finally, diversity yay! it took them three years to hire her, on his recommendation, because she was pregnant when she first applied and discovered that their maternity policies were absolute shit, so she stayed at her other company until she was done making babies and then came to work for them, and then they’re like huh why do only dudes work here? but I digress!) so last time I went into his workplace the white board was entirely covered with the handwriting of someone I’d guess was about six or seven, who could write well but not spell, diagnosing all of their work problems.
Anyway. Now it is morning, I am in the farm kitchen, my sister just came down and is having lengthy conversations with each of her cats. We’re going to frost cookies today.
So I got out of work at noon, came home to lunch already reheated and dude doing the last of the dishes, ate a quick lunch, dude had to type furiously on his computer for a few more minutes but that let me grab some embroidery floss farmsister had asked me to bring, then we loaded up the car and hit the road.
it was lovely, sunny, and almost nobody was driving on the thruway– i assume most people either had monday off and so traveled over the weekend, or would be traveling on christmas eve. i hope the same is true on our trip back, on the 26th, but it’s ok if it’s a bit more congested then.
we hit the capital district right around rush hour, and my gambit of getting off the northway at rte 2 backfired solely because that single intersection was backed up. it was weird. but it was ok after that. (i hate trying to get on rte 7, i think it’s a goddamn nightmare, and then you’re in troy like… the maximum amount of time. no thanks.)
we arrived just in time for dinner, and farmkid was so excited to show me their christmas tree, and to show us the presents she’s bought us. (there was like… a thing at school where she could buy people presents, so she did. she’s already whispered to me that her gift for Dude is a bracelet with a dolphin wearing headphones marked with D on it (for his initial) and she’s very excited about this. I have every faith in his ability to feign enthusiasm and honestly depending on the thing it may well end up being attached to his work bag or something. He works mostly with dads, as it happens (and a mom now, finally, diversity yay! it took them three years to hire her, on his recommendation, because she was pregnant when she first applied and discovered that their maternity policies were absolute shit, so she stayed at her other company until she was done making babies and then came to work for them, and then they’re like huh why do only dudes work here? but I digress!) so last time I went into his workplace the white board was entirely covered with the handwriting of someone I’d guess was about six or seven, who could write well but not spell, diagnosing all of their work problems.
Anyway. Now it is morning, I am in the farm kitchen, my sister just came down and is having lengthy conversations with each of her cats. We’re going to frost cookies today.
