Well, we all know how much I’m missing officing with Lulu, don’t we? But how much is Lulu missing me? Is she adapting?
I went up there today to steal my old office chair. I’d put in many an official request for it to be brought downstairs, and really, no one would want it anyway. I’d taken off the arms and it’s sprung leaks so that little yellow bits of foam stick to your bum when you stand up. But I love it and without it and its perfect proportions I instantly fall victim to carpal tunnel syndrome, demonic possession, and all sorts of ills that are not good for workplace productivity. Tired of waiting for someone who’s allowed to schlep the thing down two flights of stairs (I could break my back and live off the worker’s comp forever, I suppose), I slunk up and liberated it myself.
Lulu was dialing the phone when I popped in.
“Let me make one quick call,” she said. “I may hang up on the person so it may not take very long.”
She did, and it didn’t. (Lulu has a charming habit of calling places like banks and talking to someone, not getting her way, and then calling back and hanging up if she gets the same person again).
Lulu’s new roomie was away. We chatted.
“Who’s doing your spelling for you?” I asked. “I thought you were going to be phoning me all the time. Or IM-ing me saying, ‘how do you spell Albekerkie?’”
She pointed to my old chair. “I asked her how to spell ‘confusing’ today. I said, ‘It made J. feel good to spell things for me.’ I’m socializing her.”