It's 5:30p.m. and I just walked into my classroom. But actually, I heard my students from the staircase, all abuzz, getting ready to dry run their client presentations. As I drove into the parking lot I realized that this is the last class before the final client presentation. The semester is nearly . . .
It is.It's the season. Radio station 104.7 is playing nonstop holiday music. The tinsel's on display and the tents are up awaiting their load of Christmas trees. The Salvation Army bellringers are out. And it's getting colder. Not as cold as an upstate NY winter. But colder.It was a cold and snowy . . .
No, that's not me. If my waist were that small I wouldn't know how to shop for clothes. That's Riley's Auntie Helen, Thelma to my Louise on our Asheville trip. We had coffee Sat. morning at her house and she spent some time seducing Riley. Doesn't he look like a complete boy-dog-brat? If he isn't . . .
I found these in the deep dark recesses of one of my closets. I think I bought them about a year ago.But clearly I'd taken leave of my senses.What was I thinking?Surely I was thinking these would only be worn when I was horizontal.Because there is no damn way I could walk more than a few steps in . . .
Despite our national change order dated January 20, 2009, the economic news is bad. Very bad. Even the most optimistic of prognosticators see no improvement for years.All around: disequilibrium. Fear. Apprehension. Desperation.Avoidance is the best policy, in my book, because if we actually took it . . .
Writing while cooking has created some real disasters, but heck, how hard can it be to cook up some black beans, brown rice in sauteed onions, splash it with balsamic and put it on a plate?We'll see.After pretending for months that walking Riley was a good substitute for the gym, I hauled my butt . . .
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Last month, my sister sent me a fun little pendant necklace that says She swims against the tide/Dive in! I'm wearing it today.My friend, R., is a flatliner. Peaks and valleys exhaust her. She can only tolerate an even line. Nothing too good, nothing too bad. No great squeals of joy and ecstasy, no . . .
I promised all would be revealed in the fullness of time. That is taking too long, so let's make it TODAY. This will not be revealed publicly until Dec. 1, so please do act appropriately surprised (you know who you are!) On Dec. 24 I leave Tampa to live with DH2B in San Jose. He's working for . . .
First business trip. Booked. OMG, it's real! We'll be traveling to all the finest places in the Bible Belt and this would be...... Nashville. February. . . .