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camwynAround four this afternoon, I got an email at work. I won't give the details; suffice it to say that it was a criticism of a particular Red Cross chapter's implementation of Red Cross policy, and it was written by someone who was evidently angry enough that they felt proper use of English grammar was not entirely necessary to their point. Ordinarily when this happens I get upset, but at the time I was bemused by the whole prospect, as I had no idea what they were referring to. I forwarded it to the right people at the chapter, sent a 'please clarify' message back to the sender, and went home. I changed my shirt (I was wearing one with Red Cross logos), set the oven to 500 degrees to preheat the pizza stone and thaw the frozen dough my dad bought, and went upstairs to my room. My sister seems to have hijacked the computer at some point this afternoon, as Instant Messenger was back in the system tray, but that was all right. She didn't do any harm. I went back downstairs and put up a pot of tea.
I'm going into New York tomorrow, and I"m going as me. As a civilian. I'm not going to do anything involving Red Cross stuff. I won't wear any logo clothing, not even the baseball cap. I'm just going into New York, and I'm going to the Asia Society museum, and I'm going as *me*. Tonight I'm going to watch my shiny new copy of My Father Is A Hero, which is more than happy to play in my DVD drive. I'm not gonna think about any more Red Cross foo until Sunday, when I'll be marching in a local St. Patrick's Day Parade as a 9/11 volunteer... that's Sunday. Tonight is tea, and making pizza, and Jet Li kicking bad people in the head and swinging a kid around at the end of a rope or chain of some kind. It's all good.
Even the best and most seasoned of soldiers can only last so long in the field before they need a break, or else they break. I'm taking mine this weekend.
I'm going into New York tomorrow, and I"m going as me. As a civilian. I'm not going to do anything involving Red Cross stuff. I won't wear any logo clothing, not even the baseball cap. I'm just going into New York, and I'm going to the Asia Society museum, and I'm going as *me*. Tonight I'm going to watch my shiny new copy of My Father Is A Hero, which is more than happy to play in my DVD drive. I'm not gonna think about any more Red Cross foo until Sunday, when I'll be marching in a local St. Patrick's Day Parade as a 9/11 volunteer... that's Sunday. Tonight is tea, and making pizza, and Jet Li kicking bad people in the head and swinging a kid around at the end of a rope or chain of some kind. It's all good.
Even the best and most seasoned of soldiers can only last so long in the field before they need a break, or else they break. I'm taking mine this weekend.
