Today Will Be A Yoga Day

I'm tired of being sore and achy with a stiff back so I'm going to grow up and lay down a bit of cash for some yin (not strenuous) yoga classes with my friend Mardi.  I'm looking forward to it.  I need the stretching.

We're going on a "ship viewing" cruise on the Foxy Lady riverboat this afternoon to see all the tall ships in town for the weekend.  I happened to see the ad in the Weekend section of the newspaper the other day and Durwood agreed.  Yay!  I'm glad I found a way for both of us to see the ships for not too much moolah.

Durwood and I decided to give the couple (the only couple) to apply for tenancy a chance.  We've called their employers and they have good work records and got a good report from their previous landlord so they're coming over on Tuesday evening with security deposit and first month's rent and we'll go over the lease with them and get signatures all over the place.  Whew.  Next Tuesday BB the handyman comes to fix the window wells on the rental side so they quit leaking and the new clothes dryer is delivered.  Then we just need DH to move out so we can have the carpeting cleaned and make sure it's all back to the way it was and we're set.  Thank. God.  Let the vacation planning recommence.

August 17--Syria, Relief with the Bust of a Man, a Curtain in the Background, and an Inscription.  Job always did Power Point presentations.  He was known for it.  He was kind of the joke of the office about it.  Not that he wasn't good at it, he was.  He could probably teach Power Point at seminars.  He made that program stand up and howl, but he had the habit of slotting every idea, every project into the Power Point model and it got to the point that on matter how good or how revolutionary his ideas were people tuned him out.  He'd get up in a meeting and stride to the head of the table with his clicker in his hand and people's eyes glazed over and they'd start doodling in their notebooks.

Well, that's it for me.  I feel like I'm slacking but I really don't have anything else to tell you.  My yesterday was pretty quiet.  Knitting night was good but quiet and that's pretty much it.  Seeyabye.
--Barbara