Nearing Easter - which means codfish cakes and hot cross buns!

Work has been a bit over-whelming - bosslady and I both were working on the Four Seasons resort report thru the weekend and all day Monday. She is sick and hoarse and not at all well, but believes she will be in tomorrow morning to do the presentation to the Board. She ducked out a bit early on Monday for a doctor visit, and was out today, although she dropped in for a few minutes late in the afternoon today to go thru the powerpoint I'd put together for tomorrow's gig. Still hoarse, but has a bit more voice...

But we did divide up the presentation, and I will handle part of it, to save her voice and let her rest a bit. Yikes - first time before the Board, and on a 'national interest' project for which we have to recommend refusal. (One of those 'soft nos' tho - the plan is pretty good, it all makes sense, and the 'environmentally sensitive areas' are (with the exception of the coastal bluffs) not all that high-quality. It doesn't literally meet the Plan requirements, and the EIS Scoping Document stinks, but if we were able to negotiate stuff we could come out with a positive recommendation and a somewhat better project. The refusal is as much a function of the odd system as anything else.)

Easter is coming, and here that means kite flying, codfish cakes and hot cross buns. My experience with all 3 is incidental, so this should be fun. We are, as a Department, having a cakes-and-buns fest on Thursday before the holiday weekend, woo hoo!

My fellow bus stop veteran and his wife are active with their church, that nice steepled thing with the cemetery across the road of which pictures have been posted on the blog; they have invited me to go with them to morning service. I'm not a church sort, but I am interested in getting inside St. Mark's, so if that works out will trot along with them.

In fact, attending services may be how I manage to see the stained glass in several of the old churches (much of it done by a local glass artist who recently published a beautifully illustrated book of her work).

What is coming up...well, Saturday morning I do go with a co-worker to 'the Barn', which is a big charity shop run by the hospital, and where often spectacular deals are found, I hear...It is open two mornings a week, and people camp outside waiting for the doors to open. Tends to be where the clothes weeded from various well-financed closets go, for one thing. (Sort of a larger Yellow Brick Road, for those with Carmel familiarity.) I'm also supposed to show up at a couple of people's homes for sales or stuff we've agreed I will come see over the weekend.

A new show opens at Dockyard's Bermuda Art Centre and I may head out there - tho it is a hike. And Sunday there is a sponsorship hike for National Trust thru St. George's, and weather permitting I will participate in that.

I'm working on my birdhouse...

It is on the bizarre side to read about events from rural NC in the Bermudian paper, somehow even more so that reading about them on CNN. A couple people at the office remembered I was from North Carolina and asked about the nursing home shooting.

A lot of folks are graduates of North Carolina colleges and chats about UNC and the Final Four have become a regular component of my mornings.

Take care, all, and write!