I’ve been thinking about how to enter the blogosphere. Rather than fuss too much I’ll just get going.
December is always a weird month for the CEP. Everyone is so preoccupied with preparing for the holidays; I don’t do much more than process any orders that come in. So while December’s CEP business wasn’t at all noteworthy, there was of course some social activity.
One of the things I struggle with as a person with low vision is buffet service. Yes, that most hospitable of times when we go out for a nice meal and find we are required to dish it up ourselves. Most often I have attended the event with someone with whom I’m close enough that I can ask them if I’m helping myself to Waldorf or potato salad, but once in a while, I grab something I thought was something else. This hasn’t happened to me for a very long time. Being 49 and having lost the majority of the sight I’m missing in my teens, I’ve had lots of time to develop coping strategies; when in doubt at a buffet, ask.
I was grateful to have learned that lesson this December when, at a casual gathering of friends, I found myself seated in front of several platters of inviting finger food. I felt pretty sure I could identify all the items on the veggie and dip tray, but the cheese tray held a mystery. It was something dark red beside cubes of orange cheese. Now I enjoy a cherry tomato with cheese, and as I looked down considering what might be there, I thought an actual cherry might be just lovely with a chunk of cheese. Luckily for us all I asked the next person who reached for one of these mystery items, and was informed it was pepperoni. Knowing my friend Gloria, who was hosting the evening, it was probably a very spicy selection. I am not all that fond of hot stuff and had I made the mistake of placing such a thing in my mouth, I may have behaved like Tom Hanks’ character in "Big" when he took a mouthful of caviar and then let it all spill out and scraped his tongue with a napkin. Close call!
January means back to business. This is the time of year when I have to re-qualify our public service announcements for free TV airtime. This year I’ve had the good fortune to have my friend’s dog Ripper here while I’ve been struggling through the online submission process. He’s been a very calming influence. I fill in a few fields, open a few drop down menus, find they don’t have any options I’ve ever heard of, and we go for a walk. Then back to the office for more happy activity. Not that the process is actually all that difficult, that is if you’re as competent with a computer as the average 7 year old is these days. I, however, am not. Fortunately, the difficulties were mostly in my imagination and the job was completed with plenty of time to spare before our qualifications expired.
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