October 05, 2006
While having dinner with friends at the Flying Biscuit in Midtown, we spotted a man walking his pig. Not one of those wee pot-bellied pigs but a pig-sized pig, cute wiggly tail and all.
October 09, 2006
How it goes
Work has been busy. So much so that sometimes I am head in hands. Or walking down the hall and forgetting why I was doing so.
But life has not been all work. In the last few weeks I have been to a bead show and a bead shop with Mrs. Minch, and we made necklaces. Or rather, I contributed my vision and Mrs. Minch put the necklaces together for me, having the tools and know-how. We also celebrated Mr. Minch's birthday with slabs and sides at Fat Matt's Rib Shack, followed by pool at the Independent.
Yesterday Mark and I went to a members' preview of the Louvre exhibit at the High. We got our picture taken with the King and Queen, or rather people dressed up like French royalty. There were some really wonderful pieces. It's hard though, going through a crowded exhibit. I hate feeling rushed through the exhibit and dizzy from navigating the crowds. I think I may become a member of the museum so I can go when I feel like it.
Just learned that the closing on the condo is postponed again. Hopefully we'll be closing next month, but it could be end of December, which doesn't make me happy. But I'd rather the place be in good shape than slapped together.
Just finished reading The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood. I liked it, but it feels a bit slight. Hopefully I can think of something more comprehensive to say in book group tomorrow night.
Racing through season two of Battlestar Galactica. The new season is being Tivo'd so I'll be able to keep up. Same with Veronica Mars.
Went to a baby shower over the weekend. I was one of two women to include detergent as part of the gift - the mother-to-be was really appreciative of the funny yet practical present.
Saw The Illusionist as well. Everyone did a good job, most especially Paul Giamatti. Looking forward to The Prestige when that comes out.
This weekend we'll be in Tampa to join friends and family for a tribute/memorial for Mike Simanoff. Friday would have been his birthday.
October 18, 2006
A good phone call
One of my sisters called me at work this morning to say she's gotten engaged. She's still on vacation in Florida with her
boyfriend fiance. He's a good guy. I was surprised to realize they'd been dating for some six years. This is the good sister, the one who still lives at home instead of living in sin with her boyfriend fiance.
Our mother, who was quite upset that one of her 30-year-old unmarried daughters was going away with her longtime boyfriend for a week, is now quite happy that she will come back home with a more respectable status.
As for me, I'm hoping the wedding is in a year so I have time to shed some weight. I don't want to be singled out as the fat older sister.
October 19, 2006
Irresistible Force, Meet Immovable Object
Boo Hiss the First: The closing, set for the end of October, has now been extended to December 30, due to construction delays. There was the hope that we'd be able to close and move into our new place at the end of November, but it's not happening. This wouldn't be a problem, except for...
Boo Hiss the Second: Our landlord, who doesn't want to be in town during the holidays to get the place ready for new tenants. So we will be officially homeless as of December 1.
And a big "You suck" goes out to: One of my sisters, who's renting a four-bedroom house but can't help us out for a month. (The rest of my family is allergic, so living with my parents and other sister isn't an option.) Granted, one of the bedrooms is reserved for the owner, who's letting someone store their stuff there. And she has her dog, who will not deal well with cats. My thought was to keep the cats closed off, but I'd need two rooms or spaces that can be closed off. And I was even willing to pitch in for rent. But no, my sister's gotta have a guest room available, while I need to find a temporary living situation for us and two cats.
We're looking into short-term housing. Also, we have already received offers of a place to stay or stash our stuff, including the most generous Mr. and Mrs. Minch, who have their own modest place, their own cat and yet are willing to take all of us in. (I'm not sure everyone who's offered realizes we need to account for our cats.) So it's not all bleak. It's just incredibly @$#%! aggravating.
October 22, 2006
one door shuts
I've decided to stop writing here. I might take it up again, but for now I just have the feeling that it's time.
Thank you for your kindness in coming here.