four more years

Teena in Toronto wished me a happy Blogaversary today!
I didn't even realize - I've been posting here for four years.
I've never gotten a comment from Teena before, I dont' think, and was all smiley when I got hers this morning.
Four years. It sounds like a long time - and so much has happened.

Then I went to work and got an awfully nice note from my boss (who was out today) and I just turned into a bowl of mush. It took me a while to get myself together and settle into work. I finished the big spread sheet thing I was doing (which, now that it's done, is so trivial that I can barely believe how daunting it seemed earlier in the week) and I dealt with some emails and spent some time with a couple of assistants I like.
My next task was to order some flowers.
One of the only other people in my office who lives near Tuvalu has a birthday next week. My job? Order flowers to be delivered to her desk. Those of you who know me know that this is a perfect little job for me. After perusing the internet for a few minutes I went downstairs and over one block to the florist that K had send my lavender. I spent some time choosing flowers that I thought my fellow Tuvaluan would like and was very pleased. This particular co-worker has been especially good to me this past week - she has answered questions and made me feel at home and never once played into my insecurities at my new job, in short: she's a gem. We finished up the order, to be delivered Tuesday morning, and the florist handed me a rose.
Once again, I felt pretty mushy.

I was busy for the rest of the late morning and early afternoon and then I hit the wall. People I needed to see were out for the day or on extended lunch breaks...and then I remembered that M (who I work for) had suggested I leave early. SO I DID.
I put some things in order for a Monday morning meeting and took the 3:25 train home.

The exciting thing about the 3:25 is that one rides with school kids. I haven't seen city school kids in a long time and there was plenty to see.
I also managed to overhear a fellow commuter's American Express card number with its security code and expiration date - and I would LOVE to place a hefty order with it just to spite today's Rider Of Shame. Good god. Who has a cell phone convo on the train and gives their credit card number? I'll tell you who - the lady sitting in front of me. So, Deborah D.? You are lucky I am a nice person...and you'd better hope everyone else in our train car is nice too or you are going to have HELL TO PAY.

I got home at about 4:30.
Oldest had several tales of woe to tell me and we had a good talk. It's not easy being too old to live with your parents and too broke to move out. This too shall pass.

So, that's it. Four years blogging. Two weeks working.
An audience I love.
A boss who appreciates me.
Nice co-workers.
Good kids.

And my dear husband is about to arrive home.
I'm hoping to go apple picking tomorrow...and I'll probably tell you all about it.

It's great being here.