Two weeks - just a blink yet also a nice lump of time.
It took an unusual 48 hours to get from Thurso to Phoenix, which meant 2 nights stay: one in Aberdeen and one in Atlanta, but I really wasn't in a big hurry as I was travelling on the weekend. In the scheme of things, everything went to plan, and we arrived in Phoenix on Sunday at lunch time after leaving Thurso on Friday at cocktail hour.
After a quick but necessary trip to Nordstrom's to get my eyebrows sorted, I was ready for a week of conference. The attendance was down a bit and everyone was noticably not talking about sequestration. In one of the sessions on groundwater, the term was used by a presenter and everyone visibly flinched - it is a remediation term you know?
I got to see lots of people I hadn't seen for over a year and that is always nice...for the most part. It was a wonderful full moon my second night in Phoenix, and I had the best view from my room.
I had a strange week in a lot of ways when it came to men. You see, I had a lot of men hitting on me at the conference. This doesn't happen often in a work environment so when it first happened, I thought wierd, but by the 5th guy, I thought what is going on - please see photo for full moon.
In general, I don't handle this sort of stuff well and my reaction is to just ignore it and this often works. In this case, it did not always work. With the week behind me, I laugh at me smacking some guy's hand - like swatting a bee - when he tried to touch my face. One guy I finally had to explain - look I just don't like you like that and then, look I am really happy and you are not worth jeopardizing my happy. He interestingly accepted this as reason for refusal.
I don't know what the problem is - but I am ready for it to be OVER. I was really pasty looking from Thurso and lack of sleep so maybe I was appealing to the caveman like tendency that men have to take care of the weaker sex - PAUSE...for me to laugh like a drain.
On Thursday, I hopped on Southwest and headed for Texas. I was really pleased to see both of my parental units waiting for me in baggage claim. Life is good.
It had to be the "Moon Over Your Eyebrows"...isn't that a song? Well whatever you've got, bottle it and sell it. Hi to Badger-Thatcher...he's SOOO glad you're home.
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