After work, I went out to Metairie to see Abby #2 and she is more beautiful every time I see her. But her mother said she is a stinker and doesn’t sleep and wants to eat every 45 minutes. She slept in my arms for two hours. Then I made my way home down Veterans Memorial Boulevard – the soul of the suburbs. I picked up Saints shirts for the Snake – his birthday is Sunday and his party is at Handsome Willys on Saturday. Then I went shopping with a vengeance at Whole Food – I’m tired of eating the same thing every day, whatever that is, and so I bought chicken, beef, and shrimp since I’ve been having a rough time making real meals. It’s so easy to eat well with two, but one doesn’t eat that well or at least I don’t. Most days, I stand up at the kitchen island and eat because I have to, not because I want to.
I didn’t make A’s birthday at Cafe Degas. I didn’t go see Tom at the Ogden. But today I accomplished seeing the J-man, Abby #1 and Abby #2 and I took a break from the adult world that I have been orbiting.
On my way home from Whole Foods, R called to see if I want to do something and I said I had one thing on my mind – finally watching Grey’s Anatomy – and hanging out with the Bean on my sofa. S called from SF and said that he might come in for one of my New York trips to work on the A’s house and he’d stay at the apartment and watch the Bean for me.
I dropped two fat pumpkins off on the LaLa porch, and put the cherry stain by the back door (I had mistakenly bought a red mahogany stain for the shutters thinking it would match the real mahogany columns and windows, but when the stain was put on the cypress, it turned to almost black).
I let out a big sigh when H was walking by and asked when I was moving in – end of the year I hope, I told her.
The Yahoo disappointment is still a pall over the day and yes, I still believe Yahoo is a great company and maybe we’re looking at an ’07 story, but you know what, with Google having soared on its wonderful growth news it made the Yahoo story a bigger pill to swallow. My colleague and sometimes confidant and always sexy friend in Krakow IM’d me and said he feels my pain. Whatyagonnado?
It’s hard to be disciplined when the world you knew before just turned topsy turvy and you realize every breathing second that life is short (ah, but it’s wide) and so when do you quit being enamored with a company who WS is pummelling? Which event do you opt out of thereby slighting which friend? And when is not doing ever going to be as easy as doing?
Discipline – it’s very tricky.