Month: September 2004

My brother-in-law sent Mr. Dump an e-mail this morning that said “the PlastiVan is coming! The PlastiVan is coming!” We, of course, didn’t know what the hell he was yelling about. Turns out the National Plastics Center & Museum, housed right here in lovely Leominster, has a PlastiVan that “travels throughout the United States, teaching students, educators and the public about the chemistry, history, processing and environmental issues involved with plastics.”

And it’s coming to his town (well, where he works), from our town! And it was important enough that he got the notice via the company (Fortune 50) intranet! Small world…

I finally remembered to make an appointment for an eye exam. Geez, you’d think it would be easy to remember, I drive by their new office at least once per day.

I needed to get the appointment in before we go on vacation next month, because I need new prescription sunglasses. I suddenly realized it’s been a long while since my last eye exam when the woman making the appointment asked if I still had Tufts insurance. I can’t even remember exactly when I was on Tufts. I think maybe I was on it when I was pregnant, so that’s 7 years ago.

I just remembered that the day our Jetta got rear-ended at the Burlington Mall we were coming home from picking up my new glasses – these are the glasses that I’m trying to replace. Junior was just a baby, and it was summer, so these damned things are 6 years old. I may have had an exam since then, and just not had my prescription change. But there is a chance I haven’t been in that many years. Bad, bad Jody!

I’m sorry, I’m all messed up. I should have spent all day writing lots of lovely entries for you, My People. But no, I didn’t.

My car is in the garage with a transmission problem and for two days I had to work at home. Can I brag for a minute that I didn’t turn the TV on ONCE, the whole two days? Not once. Not even tempted. I love that.

Of course, maybe I missed something good. Did I? I heard Dan Rather looked like a dope in his interview, but was that last night or today? Oh well, I’m sure I can catch up on that later.

The car is still in the garage, but I’ve arranged for a ride to and from work tomorrow, and God willing, it will be done by the time I get home. Because as much as I enjoy working at home, I really do need to get into the office for meetings the rest of the week.

You can count that as a reference to the Red Sox (let’s not go there, m’kay?) or Junior’s soccer game today.

We have to do some work with him. He’s a bit too timid, and he’s got some running issues. As in, he doesn’t, and when he tries to, he doesn’t do it very well. I’d say more, but he is my son and I don’t want to scar him but having the world know about his inability to run like a normal human, but I will point out that if Tom Hanks was his coach, today he might have said “there’s no skipping in soccer!”

Ah, a new week a new interview. This week, I interview

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