Sometimes life isn’t fair, actually, most of the time it isn’t. As if we aren’t already weighed down by the enormity of living life, the passing of a life touches us, grips us; the only solace is the simple act of holding on and holding out for better days.
Grief sits on your chest, threatening to steal every breath, pushing every tear to the brink. It is a futile effort to deny grief from running its course. You don’t have to bear it all on your own. That’s the thing about friends you can’t afford to forget—just as we relish sharing in your joys, we support you in your times of sorrow.
For two souls departed…live on in a place where better days are endless.
Currently playing: Tori Amos, Toast
I’m a California girl, which means that at the first hint of sun, I’m wearing flip-flops (ok, so I never even put them into retirement during the rainy season…) and attempting to get a tan on my lunch hour. I have the kind of skin that usually takes in sun quite well, but I think my tolerance to sun is changing with age and/or the ozone layer is getting dangerously thin.
On Wednesday, I managed to sunburn my left arm at lunch while at the Beachside Café. My short- sleeved top protected my shoulder and neck, leaving me with one bright red patch of skin and a watch tan. I didn’t learn my lesson and apply sun block the following day at the Chancellor’s Barbeque. On Thursday, I wore a cap sleeve, scoop neck top and earned another red stripe of flesh on my upper arm, a beautiful lobster hued shoulder, and matching pink neck and chest. I went for the free food (as if I needed it after Wednesday’s food coma), and walked away with precursors to skin cancer. I’m a lovely mess.
Be careful out there ladies! SPF 30+ is your friend!
Currently playing: The Dresden Dolls, Shores of California
The past two days have been filled with so much food and very little work. I have OD-ed on carbs, and it isn’t a pretty sight. I didn’t realize that working in an office could be so hazardous to my health.
We celebrated Julia J’s birthday yesterday. Lucky girl got three parties, and as a bonus, our boss took us out for breakfast to start the day right! After the omelets settled, we took Julia J to a beachside café and vowed adamantly not to discuss work. Our already precarious friendship was threatened by my foot-in-mouthitis. On all the days of the year to discover she was adopted—I picked her birthday. I’m going straight to hell. Thank gods she was in a forgiving mood.
Lunch ran a little late so my coworkers dropped me off at a meeting. Suzie Q sent Julia J to pick me up after the meeting—it was supposed to be a diversion so that the Suzie Q could pick up her birthday cake. Too bad Julia J picked me up early! Once I got back to the office I hurriedly set-up the party, but Julia J was in a hurry to get to a meeting of her own. The director and I were still shoving candles in the cake when Suzie Q wrangled the birthday girl into the office. Our singing was truly pitiful. For some reason the whole office was out for the afternoon, leaving four very non-musical gals to mumble the ditty.
And, oh! The celebrating doesn’t stop there! Suzie Q orchestrated a surprise party for Julia J at her favorite restaurant with 30 of her closest friends and coworkers. We lured her with lies and she practically jumped out of her skin when we yelled, “Happy Birthday!” More food and drinks were had. I practically rolled home.
Upon arriving at my apartment I proclaimed, “I shall never be hungry again!” But alas, my eating binge is like shampooing my hair—I rinse and repeat.