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April:
12. Today’s big accomplishment was elevating a new website for Preventable Surprises. It reflects Raj’s work more than mine. I did what I could to clean it up around the margins but deferred to Raj on the overall design. It’s his baby, not mine, after all. I’m not comfortable being director of communications for an organisation whose website in no way reflects what I think is good design or functionality. Whatever.
13. Today I sent e-mails from Preventable Surprises to eight large asset managers encouraging them to support 2-degree-Celsius stress tests and transition plans at eight utilities. One of the asset managers was my former employer. I had no input into this campaign--it came about from Carolyn working with a Boston organisation. I wasn’t part of the calls and the e-mail I sent was written by someone in Boston. But all the asset managers are to let me know if our report on their stake in the eight utilities is incorrect or if we mis-reported their votes in last year’s proxy season.
14. I spent half the day editing a publication written by Carolyn on utility transitioning. The other half writing an annual report for the Women’s Integration Project at the refugee agency. At church, the choir sang “Were you there when they crucified my Lord” at the Good Friday service. I was the only alto but managed to find my notes (despite those pesky sopranos, tenors, and bass).
15. Morning accomplishment: Going to HSBC and getting a bank statement that the woman failed to print when I visited a few days ago (part of the visa process). I should have checked that she had printed all three of the ones I needed. She printed two I did need and two I didn’t. In the afternoon I finished writing the refugee annual report.
16. The choir sang two songs at the Easter service and did a pretty good job. Church was full, which was nice. My main accomplishment was painting six more spindles on the staircase (five left in round one--there will be two more rounds for the next two floors). I also finished Bill Bryson’s Thunderbolt Kid, a nostalgic look at growing up in Iowa in the 1950s.
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