Five things making me happy today:
1. Being so far off the grid that only one person has any earthly idea where I spent my first “vacation” day in years.
2. Perfect days
3. “Sweet Caroline”
4. Priority boarding
5. The number 10
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Five things making me happy today:
1. Being so far off the grid that only one person has any earthly idea where I spent my first “vacation” day in years.
2. Perfect days
3. “Sweet Caroline”
4. Priority boarding
5. The number 10
Pre-blogging this weekend in song. Because the further I stay away from a computer (notwithstanding the work I have to do because I wouldn’t forgive myself for what would happen if I didn’t), the happier I’ll be.
“Baby fall into my kiss
It should just happen like this
Trust it so much that there’s no one else but us and
This moment that says it’s so right
‘Cause that’s all we have in this life
Drink up this love, baby, give it all we got tonight.”George Strait, “Give It All We Got Tonight”
“There’s half a million reasons
Why I’m on this plane tonight
And a half a million reasons
Why I almost missed my flight.”— Nina Gordon, “Superstar”
See you on the flip side …
36 hours till my flight leaves.
No more mom being upset that I don’t have time to talk to her and she has nobody else to talk to.
No more evil landlady and her daily threatening “final notices” in my door yet the same asshole leaving the notes won’t knock and fix what’s broken.
No more job I used to love till I made a bad hire and now I just feel contempt that I work twice as hard to achieve even less.
I wish I could say no more screaming toothache. But it’s not like I have competent coverage to aid me in hanging out at the dentist for a day. See previous item.
God I hope my little black cloud doesn’t follow me out of Miami Thursday morning …
Mom: “So, you just paid for a flight. And a hotel room. And you’re going to be working at least part of the time, after scrambling to try to get ahead before you even go so that nobody can screw things up while you’re gone. Then you come back to all the stuff you weren’t able to get to. After never getting out of your room that is basically your office for the weekend, right? So tell me HOW is that a vacation?”
“Nobody can be that dumb without a doctor’s note.”
Being asked about someone’s capabilities.
And being asked in front of that person.
#grace
It’s been a bad weekend at Casa Caterwauling. Bad doesn’t even begin to cover it. Nor does “very bad.”
I was talking to my friend today and I said, you know, I thought that if I just stayed single and didn’t have kids, my life would turn out fine.
After all, I wouldn’t be poor if I had a good career, and I wouldn’t be relying on anyone for my happiness or security. And I wouldn’t be responsible for anyone else’s.
Negative on all accounts.
My friend offered some interesting perspective, though, having gone the opposite route. That they thought THAT route would provide the guarantee for happiness.
And … not so much.
Right now, I’m thinking of the closing scene in “Say Anything,” where Diane is afraid to fly and Lloyd tells her that once they hear the “ding” of the seatbelt sign, everything will be OK.
I’m waiting for my sign to feel OK. It’s happening in 100 hours. I can hang in there till then. I know it.
I just don’t know how to come back. But I’ll deal with that in seven days.
8 p.m. Still at work. Watched the town Christmas tree lighting ceremony from our balcony. Wishing I were frolicking among the crowd instead of working.
Worked the weekend and I’m still in a crisis state. Just did all I could and am waiting on the kid.
I yelled at him yesterday. He asked if he should do something. I said no because it would fuck up our e-commerce.
He did it anyway. I’m talking boneheaded mistake. I raged. Like asked on what planet he thought that would be a good idea. That I needed to hear that answer.
I didn’t think he’d come back today. I may have been hopeful about that.
It’s better today. He tries. Nobody tries harder. I just don’t get why repetition doesn’t work.
I leave for my “vacation” on this day next week. I am disappointed that he can’t cover me. But maybe I’ll have time for a glass of wine with my favorite person and that will justify the trip.
Ok I hope more than a glass of wine is all I get to enjoy. But aiming high didn’t get me anywhere.
Ever tap into your inner bitch psychic and see where your life is going to be in three to six months? I’m feeling a “Violets are Blue” and “Prince of Tides” and “How to Make an American Quilt” mashup.
Unrelated, funny to hear from someone you have been missing and you can tell they’ve been missing you too.
Also unrelated, why do you take the chance on the people you take chances on? Like, why didn’t you run away like you usually do in one instance, or why did you run away from someone else only to look back and miss them? (See previous item.)
And why is life always about missing someone … not the least of which is yourself?
Related: Weekend plans just went up in smoke. Ergo not giving me any time to miss a certain someone. And I really, really need that time. Really.