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Posted on Monday, February 27, 2012 12:15 PM
I've been out of pocket the past three days. Part of my excuse was the need to attend a yearly convention at which I was a speaker. Complicating my lack of internet activity was accidentally leaving the briefcase that contained iPads and all charging cords for phones on a kitchen chair. The silence actually created a pleasant interlude, so while my phone didn't get recharged, my spirit did. Here are some of the things I didn't get to write about. But I've been thinking about them while we were away. (Roughly known as Randon Bits of Crap -- RBOC)
Most irritating moment: I was one of two main speakers at business meeting of this convention. Both of us were asked to describe the non-profit organizations we represented, with an eye toward making sure the audience understood what we do and how seriously underfunded we are. The first speaker was introduced as Dr. D, retired professor from X University and now President and CEO of Organization A. I was introduced as Carolyn Schriber, representing Organization B. Both introductions were true, but were they accurate?
Somehow, It think it might have made a difference if I had been introduced -- entirely accurately -- as Dr. S, Professor Emerita
from Y College and now Incoming President of Organization P. That introduction would also have been true. And within a formal situation, I couldn't help feeling that "Dr. D's" message carried more weight with the audience than "Carolyn's" did. I don't usually get upset by gender issues directed at me. I've lived too long in a world where I've constantly had to compete with men. But in this case, it did bother me, although I said nothing about it. What would you have done? What if, as was the case here, the person making the introductions was a friend, not someone intentionally casting a slur on my qualifications?
There were several bright spots to make up for the one uncomfortable moment, however. At the end of the conference, we slipped away for a few minutes to visit a nearby Civil War battlefield. Unfortunately we arrived too late to get in, but across the road we found a Civil War Relics shop. It turned out to be a finely curated mini-museum, and in its book section I discovered a real treasure: a reprint of several volumes of the Official Records of the Union and Confederate Armies. Best of all, they had Vol. 14 of Series I, which covers the exact period and location of my Civil War books -- the coast of South Carolina in 1862 and 1863. For $17.95 my research just became measurably easier. Score one for my side!
 This photograph falls into the cute category. It certainly brightened my day. We had a group of teenaged Leo Club members attending the conference. They were all staying in a group cabin with their parents' as chaperones. They had their own kitchen facilities and enough food to feed them and most of us as well. Look who showed up at their balcony door to beg for a handout. I've attended meetings and other affair at the Inn in this state park for years without seeing an animal. Can raccoons spot a fuzzy-animal-loving teenager from a distance? Thanks, Jordan, for posting the picture and making me smile.
And finally, a couple of signs we spotted along the road on the way home. The more puzzling one was repeated all over one small town: "Leaf Season ends February 29th." Presumably, that's the last day to get your leaves raked and put out for trash collection, but for a few moments I wondered whether there was a town ordinance that controlled the sprouting of all the new leaves we were seeing.
The one that really made me smile, however, was in front of a small town church: "Kneeling often keeps you in good standing."
Keep smiling, friends.
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Posted on Monday, November 07, 2011 9:46 AM
This day is seriously overbooked! With rain headed our way and nearly 900 bags of pecans to get out to 12 different distributors, we'll be running most of the day. I plan to survive by putting the crockpot on before we leave, but I'm afraid that thoughtful blog-writing is just not in the cards. Instead, here are some random thoughts I've been tossing around this weekend We drove back to Memphis from Nashville yesterday morning under a clear blue sky and burning sunshine. The colors in the forested areas around the Tennessee River and the foothills of the Smokies are absolutely spectacular this year. I felt as if I was being drenched in color. At the same time I felt a pang for those of you in the northeast whose trees were felled by the recent snowstorm. I can't restore your beautiful fall, but at least I can take the time to appreciate my own.
After two days away from home, we were not terribly popular with the cats who had been left behind with a catsitter. It was nice to see, however, that they had managed to stay on meowing terms with each other and were taking comfort by cuddling.
In a minor rant, I've been fussing over the fact that from Friday night to Sunday morning, every meal i ate was served on a styrofoam plate wih flimsy plastic utensils. I didn't mind the hotel breakfast too much, since it was free, but come on, an "honors banquet," with tickets at $30.00 a head? The absolute last straw came when they pulled out the big trash cans and put them at the ends of our tables so we could do our own clearing. Can they spell "tacky?' It was lovely to get home and hear the clink of real silverware on real china plates
I was also a bit disturbed by the "honors" awarded Saturday night to those who had served the organization well before their deaths. The families accepted their little glass awards graciously, but wouldn't it have been nice to say thank you a long time ago? Better late than never? I'm not so sure.
Now, off I go to lug pecans! Along the way I'll be planning a better blog post on what constitutes historical fiction. If you have ideas, I'd love to hear them.
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