Not the most accurate title but pretty catchy, I think. Yesterday I participated in the ACT Holiday Fair. To keep tabs on me, they placed me between old friends and co-workers, Carol Ogletree and Laura Hoffman. The gift sets of Frannie books, wrapped in miniature crime scene tape, sold well, as did the single copies. I even got a check from someone made out to Frannie Shoemaker! I don't think she has an account.
It was great to see a lot of the people I had worked with, and there was a wonderful selection of handmade items--from Jamaican food and cupcakes to t-shirt scarves, jewelry, and Christmas decorations. Dr. Carol, who is one of the Industrial Psychologists at WorkKeys, makes beautiful wreaths and swags, many in a personalized theme. I have taken an oath on a stack of Christmas craft magazines that I would not bring another decoration into this house. We are, after all, thinking seriously about downsizing. But I could not resist the little camping wreath in case I need to decorate the trailer.
Carol has wreaths and swags in every color combination and decorated in themes from fishing to chocolate. Personally, I think her talents are wasted in job analysis and statistics--I mean, what's fun about that? Laura was selling cute cloth baskets that her sister makes, and they were very popular. When I was working, I referred to her as my underling, but in reality she kept the wheels turning and especially was crucial in meeting the state contract deadlines. In this photo, Carol, myself, and Laura share grins as we pack up after a successful day.
However, they couldn't resist a little joke. The department is in the midst of moving to a different building and in doing so, they came across The Clock. I made this years ago from a piece of packing material left in the hall from new office furniture and a cheap (read, VERY cheap) clock kit. We hung it in the brick-walled hallway of the Lindquist building to see how long it would take for someone in authority to notice it. It actually was several months before it disappeared. A few months after that, someone found it hidden behind the receptionist's desk, which was no longer in use. So we hung it in our common area and at Christmas, little holiday figures would appear in the various ledges. I don't know what happened to it after that, but when I arrived yesterday, there it was by the table assigned to me. Someone is going to get a VERY nice Christmas present, because it's too big for the camper.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.