At Bacchanal the other night, the guy at the table was very interested in the fact that I’m a writer. He looked at me with those almost mesmerizing eyes and said, “What do you write?” And I tried to meet his gaze when I replied, “Mostly email.”
I had dinner with my mother last night and she asked me about the mesmerizer – I said, I don’t know what is up with the mesmerizer. He’s a nice guy (actually I think I said hot guy) with no time and I’m a nice girl with even less time. And my mother said, “He’s not into you, honey. Next.” Harsh judgment by one’s own mother. Then I speak with Steve a little later and…
We are all actors fretting and strutting across the stage – some of us strut more naked than others – and perhaps we’re the ones who take the most POW BAM WHAM, since we simply offer up so much more of ourselves than the average bear. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. Indeed.
Looking outside at the thick carbon clouds menacingly shifting across the sky – I am thankful we thus far have avoided a repeat performance – but there is something sort of awful and awesome about this kind of storm when it takes over the atmosphere, mood and light.
Last night I was having dinner with my mom and we were talking about someone in our family and about their marriage. Mom said, “Why would…well, I won’t say it.” And I said, “No, what?” She leaned in and whispered, “Why would anyone get married?” And I laughed out loud. Having been married three times, I’m not sure I have an answer for her at the ready. The other night, I was having dinner with…
The week was known to be a doozy – as a matter of fact, I kept trying to refrain from the old adage – week from hell – and think positively about how great it is that I have a job that sends me to China and then New York and I speak to all these wonderful people – but good grief, today, today I could have just imploded. But you know what – I…
For those who give too much, you’re supposed to stop that right now. I received advice yesterday that was plain and simple – hold back – don’t give so much of yourself. I said I don’t anymore – not like I used to – these last two years changed me profoundly – I am not willing to give the whole enchilada – no one deserves all of me. She said, see how many times you…
Dinner with a friend last night after a neighborhood watch meeting. As a lot of my friends have encountered post-K, in or out of a relationship, and stressed – she’s not herself. Au contraire mon ami, I told her as we drank our Albarino and ate that delicious calamari that Lola’s serves – well I said it in English, but the point I tried to make is she is herself and she is going through…
L’Shanah Tovah – or as they say in American – may you be inscribed in the book of life. Tonight begins Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year, the year 5768 in the Jewish calendar. Rumor has it that God sits on a throne and opens the book of life for animals and humans and decides who shall live, who shall die, who shall prosper, who shall be poor, etc. That’s why, in ten days, Yom…