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Yesterday morning, the J-man was twirling around the house like his pants were on fire because I came early before he left for school to watch Abby so her mom could have an hour to herself. As Abby slept in my arms and the J-man rode his bike and licked his waffle, I watched the harried look on M and L and later sent them a note saying, from the inside it may look overwhelming,…
Since this funk seems to want to settle in around me, I’m taking all measures to knock it back down. The foot doctor told me today that I need to have my foot operated on – I told him, well, it will have to wait because I have three races coming up and I’m going to run them. So after a half marathon in February, I will get the operation. Then the LaLa – nobody…
Last night, we were talking about this weird stage some of us are entering as women – for years there has been this monthly cycle that begins at ovulation, which is the peak, then begins this steady drop off – imagine a roller coaster at the top coming down, and on the way down there is a sharp point where you are so horny you can’t uncross your legs, then you are so hungry you…
N called early and woke me up to walk the dogs – I put a long sleeved shirt on – incredible! I told her my running buddy might be going away – she knows what that’s like having lost T pre-Katrina to Korea. Meanwhile I told her about the elaborate dream I had last night – having this run of bizarre winding dreams – my younger brother and sister and I were going to take…
Met G at Swirl tonight after seeing E – E wants to see me next week – obviously back to the two step – one step forward, three back, hence two steps – this time I told her the funk ain’t so funky – it’s almost palatable. G has been in NY with her product that is moving in a rapid direction forward and she might have to go live in NY for six months…
When I became an editor a while back, I read somewhere that a manager’s job is to provide hope. I told that to J my boss and he scoffed at the notion. But really, now that I have been in charge of two groups simultaneously at my company for several years, I’m convinced more than ever, the job is about managing hope – mine and theirs. Today I passed a sign – one of those…
Our neighborhood moderator posted a missive that said “Bless You Boys” today because the Saints won last night in the dome. You know what? I went trying not to pin any expectations on the Saints – hating the Falcons – wanting the Saints to win for so many reasons – but not thinking they would pull it off – oh yee of little faith. What can I say? I’m stunned and elated. The crowd was…
My reporter and friend F sends me a missive from NY this morning: this was on a press release I got from someone in NO today.. is this a new NO mantra? BELIEVE OR LEAVE! Make the commitment; it’s a choice.
They guy who is going to come sandblast my windows so that they are frosted in the bathroom is named Brett Favre – I said like the quarterback? and he said yeah, we’re related. I should hope so.
My neighbors on the south side of the LaLa have filed a complaint with the city inspectors saying that my addition’s windows don’t have fire rated glass. They do. But since we bought the house this family has been so unfriendly and belligerent that they take a little of the joy out of living sometimes. Or maybe not. Steve was such a diplomat, bringing them wine, telling the guy, S, that he would send him…