Taking care of business
G and I got in late from Vegas on Friday night and went straight to La Vita for a late dinner. Moosey was there with F and B was leaving right when we walked up. We hung out and then Y ended up coming late. M was oogling over D – who is gorgeous but she is a definite sippy cup and I told him he was just asking for trouble. We drank red wine and toasted to being here and how lucky we are to live in this neighborhood, and have these people near by, and to be enjoying our life.
From Saturday after Pilates until about 4PM on Sunday I began the arduous process of unpacking and putting up. Giovanni was here all day finishing up – his last day for a while here – and Bud sent his crew over to do (or redo) the columns. By Sunday morning they had sanded and dug out the fill in one of the columns that split and put on two coats of poly. They are supposed to be back tomorrow to put the third coat and fill the crack with Dap which can expand with the weather.
I went to pick up the panel for the fridge – as you’ll recall the wrong fridge was ordered, one that is supposed to be customed fitted for panels, so they had to order my stainless panels. I picked it up and brought it home and marvelled at how I am on a first name basis with everyone at Lowe’s these days. Then I marvelled at how only one of the three panels was in the box – this has been typical of all my dealings there – nice people, never right the first time.
By about 5 I got the Bean and headed to Metairie to see my mom. I dropped Arlene there and went to Target to pick up a prescription and to Whole Foods – I got a couple of tuna steaks and some summer squash (I know it’s not summer, but they were beautiful) and a bottle of wine with some seduction bread and went back to mom’s to make us dinner.
We both marvelled at how we can stress out work and our place in it and how we have this ideal of what work is going to be like but in the end it is more about balancing personalities in some careful ballet that never ceases to astound you and after all this time, why aren’t we a little more comfortable knowing that the outcome of a work day is never anything like we expect it to be but it is always a dance – complex, frustrating and surprising.