Hollywood Housewife asked her readers to document their daily lives on November 14, 2012. Here’s my day:
My day begins with the dogs, feeding them and taking them outside for a walk.
I do a little work and then read with horror about the latest Mercy for Animals undercover operation in which abuse of turkeys at Butterball factories was documented.
Next, up, some cuddles with the dogs!
Later tonight, I am going to a birthday party, but I won’t be home before then, so I make some stitch markers to take as a gift.
Another faculty member and I are giving a workshop on “Hard to Assess Learning Outcomes,” so I head to the Center for Faculty Excellence on campus.
Usually, the center displays some student or faculty artwork. Today, they had pieces from the show Turn up the Transparency: 35 mm Slide Art. These were my two favorite pieces.
We didn’t have a lot of folks attend the workshop, but it was a good conversation nonetheless. However, we didn’t have much time to debrief because my colleague and I both had meetings immediately following the workshop. No time for photos between the two events! By the time I was done with the meeting, it was dark outside.
I headed over to the Clark Lounge in the Campus Center where there was a wine and cheese reception for faculty members. I noticed on my way that the TerraCycle Brigade had put a collection bin in the common area.
Some of our brilliant music students performed at the reception.
After some hurried mingling, I went to celebrate the 90th birthday of one of the women who comes to knit night.
George had his own dinner tonight, a celebration of the end of the season with his co-workers at the farm, so I hardly saw him today. I ended the day, as I started it, with the dogs.
(That’s Survivor on the television.) I also did a little bit of knitting.
Today was fairly atypical – I am usually not running around quite so much! I am glad that Laura chose today for the project, otherwise you’d probably only be getting pictures of the dogs.
Catie Copley is the Fairmont Copley Plaza‘s Canine Ambassador. When I walked into the hotel, I wondered why a doghouse was sitting outside, behind the lion flanking the door. I was delighted to find Catie resting on her couch in the reception area.
I sat with Catie for a few minutes and was amazed at her serenity in the face of the noise of the lobby. She was unflappable in the face of yelling children, rumbling luggage carts, and crowds of convention-goers. Later, I asked the staff in the gift store (where they sell a book on Catie’s adventures) about her. The very nice staffer seemed to really love Catie and informed me that Catie was 11, and had been trained as a seeing-eye dog but developed cataracts and couldn’t be placed with a seeing-impaired person. Instead, she came to the Fairmont Plaza. Catie doesn’t live at the hotel, but with a staff member, but she is on duty five days a week. Had I stayed at the Plaza, I would have asked to take her for a walk!