What I did with Wednesday

Today was just your average, garden variety Wednesday. We had a meeting at work this afternoon to discuss e-books and, more accurately, e-inspection/examination copies. (That’s when a professor asks to see a book before potentially adopting it for a class. There are restrictions built in, and sometimes it’s a physical copy and sometimes it’s electronic. But if it’s a legitimate course, and we think there’s potential for course adoption, the book is free.) An informative, if not exactly exciting meeting, though I did find myself joining in when the discussion turned to this whole Macmillan/Amazon kerfuffle and e-readers.

I keep meaning to post something more in-depth about the whole thing, about e-books in general, and Amazon and the new Apple iPad more specifically. But, for now, the short version is this: I’m still honestly thinking about buying an iPad, despite some misgivings about what is (and isn’t) available in the initial version, and I’m learning to like Amazon a little less every day.

But, honestly, nobody has any clue about the future of e-books. We’re all just trying to muddle through and guess where things are headed.

We also got a surprising e-mail at work today from human resources, informing us that the company will be offering summer hours from July to September. What that means is, we work the same number of hours, but a little more on Monday through Thursday. Then we get to leave at one o’clock on Friday. I don’t have to let them know until May, but I’m definitely thinking about it. I’d most likely work 8:30 to 5:15 four days a week, which wouldn’t change my schedule too much, and it would mean my weekend would start three hours earlier.

And who doesn’t like a few extra hours in their weekend?

Out of all ho

Today’s phrase of “forgotten English,” according to my desk calendar of the same name, is “out of all ho,” meaning “out of all restraint” and “derived from the exclamation ‘ho!’ — used to stop the combat at a tournament.”

Which has pretty much nothing to do with today.

Aside from a late afternoon meeting about our e-commerce system — a meeting that threatened to keep me at work until 5 o’clock, but thankfully didn’t — not a whole lot happened today. I finished reading Already Dead by Charlie Huston, a pretty gritty but deeply entertaining vampire detective story, and at work continued reading about transference and countertransference, specifically how they relate to the counseling of older adults. Why, what are you reading?

It’s my sister’s birthday — she’s four years younger than me — but otherwise pretty much just an average, wintry Tuesday.

“I like pie.”

Today wasn’t a particularly exciting Monday, just your average back-to-work-after-the-weekend sort of day. We had a quick meeting about a conference I won’t be attending next month in Chicago, and everyone was amused to discover there would apparently be “PIE Sessions” there. Though I’m now disappointed to learn that stands for “Participant Information Exchange,” which seems a poor substitute for actual pie.

And that’s really about it, the limit to the excitement I saw today.

My weekend

I spent the weekend in Maryland, visiting my sister Catherine and her husband Brian with my parents. It’s my sister’s birthday this coming Tuesday, and so our visit was going to be either this or next weekend, depending largely on the predicted weather. We thought for sure there wouldn’t be too much snow this weekend, so we decided to risk it.

We were very wrong.

It was a nice weekend, but it snowed an awful lot and disrupted most of our plans, and it also made for some very scary driving back to the hotel last night. I brought my camera (though not my laptop) along, though an opportunity to use it never presented itself.

For whatever reason, my sister just wanted to go shopping for clothes for her birthday, so after the five of us met up for lunch in Towson, my mother and her split for the nearby mall. My father, Brian, and I had planned to visit the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Museum, to spend a few hours before meeting back up with the womenfolk for an early dinner. (TV’s Michael Gross calls it “a unique place where the adventure and magic of railroading comes alive every day.”) Unfortunately, by that point the roads were already pretty rough, and a quick call to the museum confirmed that it had closed early because of the weather.

So instead, we went to a local Wegmans grocery store. I know, the excitement never quits! It wasn’t terrible. I haven’t been in a Wegmans since leaving Pennsylvania, and it made me a little nostalgic. And for some strange reason, the store had a model train set attached to part of the ceiling. Why go to a museum when the railroading adventure and magic is right there?

We were eating at a tapas restaurant in Baltimore, so it made sense to head back there to wait, even if we were a little early. The restaurant connects to the Charles Theater in downtown Baltimore, which has a spacious (if that day slightly chilly) lobby, so we grabbed something to drink at the bar and headed next door to sit. We ended up waiting a couple of hours, actually — my sister really likes to shop — and joked that we probably could have seen a movie while we were there. We had to wait a little longer, then, for a table, but the food was really worth it. I’d eaten there once before, when I was in Washington, D.C., for a conference a couple of years back and Catherine and Brian drove the three of us there one night. (They live closer to D.C., but they’re both Towson alums and have friends in the Baltimore area.) Lots of really good food, much needed on a really cold night.

The roads still weren’t so great, however, and visibility was downright terrible, so the long drive to the hotel (and for my sister and husband back home, nearby) was especially tense. Somehow the windshield wiper fluid on my parents’ car stopped working, and the wiper blades themselves sort of froze, so it was a nervous hour or so back to Germantown. I didn’t even have to drive, and I was nervous the whole way there. I saw at least half a dozen cars abandoned along the roadside, at least one pickup truck that had clearly been run off the road into a ditch by its driver. But somehow we made it there in one piece (or five pieces?) and got a good night sleep.

We had breakfast this morning, then got to see Catherine and Brian’s new house. They moved in just back in September — because that’s what you want to do a few weeks before you get married, right? move? — and I’d never seen the place before. It’s nice, and makes me think I really do need to start seriously looking for an apartment of my own again. (But that’s a whole other kettle of fish.)

Then this afternoon we drove back — or rather my father did. I spent most of the drive reading the deeply entertaining Already Dead by Charlie Huston (after I finished reading Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge on the car ride up). Now I think I’m going to turn my attention to the New York Times crossword puzzle and, later, dinner.

How was your weekend?

Putting Friday to bed

Just an average Friday here in New York. I caught a slightly earlier train this morning, having for some inexplicable reason woken up early and not fallen immediately back to sleep, and so I’m actually a little tired right now. I have an early-ish start of it tomorrow, making a quick visit to Washington, D.C., to celebrate my sister’s birthday (which is actually next Tuesday), so I think sleep might be called for soon.

Which is good, because other than “y’know, I’m kinda tired,” I don’t have a lot to report right now.