Nude Yoga, Hot Corners, and Casper

Whew! My last two weeks of frequent early mornings to scramble a few hours of work before 8 or 9 am meetings are officially over. Tonight was the official public forum to discuss the state of Poor Casper with the local watershed residents and some folks from other watershed groups in the county. Five of us spoke, with me playing MC and "save the whales" promoter. Making a PowerPoint with five people who refuse to get together all in one room at one time until the day before the presentation blows goats. That's all I have to say about that.

It's over, it went well. I've already gotten email from some folks who want to jump on board.

There were really just a couple of hang ups. Due to PowerPoint and every other dern product that microsoft produces, we decided to use my computer to make the presentation and to present it. This would have been a good idea if, well, if I hadn't left my laptop charger in Seattle last January. DHM has the same Mac that I do, and she is too gracious for words, so sharing has been pretty much fine for the general evening and weekend use that my laptop experiences.

But the really overly-wonderful DHM gave me free use of the charger this evening, so that wasn't really the hang up. The first problem arose about five minutes in when I discovered that gmail notifier is so very determined to notify you that you have a new message that it's ghostly ten second window appears even in front of an ongoing slide show. So the audience got to read the subject and first lines of any and all email I received during the presentation. Ooops.

The second hang-up revolved around my dear colleagues inability to keep away from the corners of my screen with the mouse. Granted I should have warned them, because I do have the corners set to do all sorts of wooshy things with application windows. Maybe the wooshing helped folks stay awake through the darkened room/comfy chair shebang.

About half-way through, the hang-ups had happened and they weren't much of a big deal. Two emails had shown up. One from The Nation, confirming my change of address and the other from MoveOn. Seeing as how it was an environmental science presentation, I doubt there was much shock at the revelation of my political tendencies.

And then I remembered that for the last few days Turtle and I had been exchanging emails with the subject heading "Nude Yoga?" And we have been known to exchange several emails in a day. I became convinced that at any second the next email that popped up on the screen would not only obscurey dramatic photos of raw sewage spewing into the stream, but also would scream "NUDE YOGA!!" It was a slow thirty minutes that followed, I assure you. Turtle came through, and did not send any ill-timed emails.

Well, it's off to sleep with me. I'm waiting impatiently for my darlin to return from an exciting excursion to see "Roller Derby: the Musical." Yeah. Read that again. I can't wait for the report.