G finally called me back. She was indeed messing around with that cemetery Chihuahua and got the bitch to come to her. Meanwhile her entire closet fell down and she had spent the other part of the day trying to put it back together again.
L called for a bike ride but I was knee deep in laundry and lists for all the work that lies ahead. As I told him September is like coming out of the chute for us – the summer lull has ended and now Wall Street is alert and chomping at the bit to get going and buy and sell to make money for the year. Our research takes on larger proportions as we channel the third quarter reports and look at what 2007 is possibly shaping up to be and let me tell you from a media perspective – it ain’t looking so hot.
It’s funny – you never really know people – G’s tender care of that Chihuahua is pretty much what I see in her not the maneater – L’s self-examination about the life he’s been waiting to live is a cautionary tale for all of us and endears me to him – when N put her elbows up on the island and listened to me sort myself out I knew then why I love her – and Arlene, despite having chewed her tail, when I told her she is the only dog in New Orleans drinking Evian – she came over and snuggled against me and left her tail alone for the first time.
I guess that is why I bristled when G told me B said she was unhappy in her life. Who is he to know her? I don’t even know her fully. For that matter, I don’t know myself fully. I hate that – someone defining you as if you can be known. Please. There is a mystery to all of us, even when we look in the mirror.