"I reserved the hurt I feel to make happy surprises"
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Subject line = the second line of Ali Campbell's "Happiness," which was on my CD player a few minutes ago. That sentence is pretty much my theology in a nutshell.
[ETA: *hastens to reassure* Not specifically hurting about anything at the moment - just general ongoing cranky-groggy-wheezy vexation at not being able to be all things to all people 24/7 with cocoa-dusted whipped cream on top and spotless kid gloves in the handling. You know, the usual delusions.]
Weather-wise, it's been an odd week. It was chilly enough Sunday that I wore my leather jacket over my light silk dress, and a sweatshirt to Monday's Talking Library shift. (In addition to the paper, I'm also currently recording Karen Cushman's Alchemy and Meggy Swan.) Yesterday it was sunny and humid enough that I sat in my laptop in bandeau and shorts and made liberal use of talc. Today it keeps threatening to rain, and it's gone gloomy enough that I've turned on the porch lights.
The water situation has eased - "essential" laundry and dishes are now allowed - but we'll be staying in major conservation mode the rest of month, which is apparently how long it's going to take to repair the damaged treatment plant. It's a nuisance in innumerable ways - I have the kind of hair that oozes grease like a New York pizza if it goes a day without washing - but I'm well aware that things could be so, SO much worse, and from a social/business point of view, there'll be no impact on me whatsoever, because I've hit that "gah, things due and things to do, see you in June!" stretch of editing/writing/swatting-at-chores not-wanting-to-go-out-anyway-itis.
I did have a lovely time at Holland House with the BYM on Sunday, though. I split with him a steak tartare appetizer that brought back memories of Paris (I was there on my 39th birthday, on my way to Prague, and treated myself to that very dish at Brasserie Balzar), accompanied by a Sicilian cola (averna amaro, Coke, and lime ice) and followed by pork belly confit on garlicky bread.
Also, I admit I've enjoyed hearing that I'm a good-lookin' 40.
(I did wash my hair before this snapshot.) :-)
[ETA: *hastens to reassure* Not specifically hurting about anything at the moment - just general ongoing cranky-groggy-wheezy vexation at not being able to be all things to all people 24/7 with cocoa-dusted whipped cream on top and spotless kid gloves in the handling. You know, the usual delusions.]
Weather-wise, it's been an odd week. It was chilly enough Sunday that I wore my leather jacket over my light silk dress, and a sweatshirt to Monday's Talking Library shift. (In addition to the paper, I'm also currently recording Karen Cushman's Alchemy and Meggy Swan.) Yesterday it was sunny and humid enough that I sat in my laptop in bandeau and shorts and made liberal use of talc. Today it keeps threatening to rain, and it's gone gloomy enough that I've turned on the porch lights.
The water situation has eased - "essential" laundry and dishes are now allowed - but we'll be staying in major conservation mode the rest of month, which is apparently how long it's going to take to repair the damaged treatment plant. It's a nuisance in innumerable ways - I have the kind of hair that oozes grease like a New York pizza if it goes a day without washing - but I'm well aware that things could be so, SO much worse, and from a social/business point of view, there'll be no impact on me whatsoever, because I've hit that "gah, things due and things to do, see you in June!" stretch of editing/writing/swatting-at-chores not-wanting-to-go-out-anyway-itis.
I did have a lovely time at Holland House with the BYM on Sunday, though. I split with him a steak tartare appetizer that brought back memories of Paris (I was there on my 39th birthday, on my way to Prague, and treated myself to that very dish at Brasserie Balzar), accompanied by a Sicilian cola (averna amaro, Coke, and lime ice) and followed by pork belly confit on garlicky bread.
Also, I admit I've enjoyed hearing that I'm a good-lookin' 40.
(I did wash my hair before this snapshot.) :-)
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