There really aren’t any excuses for why I haven’t been updating…well, none that are very good. So here are a few that make me sound very important and busy:
- I have been made chancellor of the university and therefore I now get to hire an assistant to blog for me.
- I won the lottery and I’ve been busy hitting 5th Avenue and Rodeo Drive. My designer shopping bags were blocking the way to my computer.
- The CW decided to bring back Gilmore Girls and ASP asked me to be her head writer.
Close, but no cigar. I’ve just been busy with work and traveling a little bit. I went to Cabo San Lucas with The BF, and to Motown to visit friends and family. Why oh why can’t the friends and family relocate to Cabo so I can kill two birds with one stone?
My dear friends, how have you been?
My parents are selling their house, well, my childhood home, to be more specific. A house isn’t just a place for your stuff, it’s a place for memories.
On our first Easter there were red tulips, yellow daffodils, and purple irises in the front yard. We had a rock box in the back yard because my dad is a neat freak and didn’t want us tracking in sand. I had pool parties every year for my birthday. I can’t imagine how many hot dogs and hamburgers have been consumed on that patio.
In junior high I made an ideal babysitter because I was centrally located in the neighborhood. I could walk myself to and from my jobs. My dad would deliver me a meal on wheels. I never really liked SpaghettiO’s and my mother always insisted that I eat salad with every dinner.
My high school girlfriends who lived across town benefitted from my knowledge of where all the boys in my neighborhood lived. (The cute ones and the not so cute ones.) My front drive way was the scene of a few awkward almost-sort-of-pseudo first dates.
There’s a piano in the living room that sits and mocks me because I haven’t mastered my chords. There’s a trace of the aqua paint in my bathroom that turned out to be a spectacularly bad idea. My boxes of diaries, postcards, newspaper clippings, old pointe shoes and tutus just won’t fit in at this new place. I’m convinced.
I’m afraid that there will be no trace of the family—of the girl that became Girl Friday—that loved that place for 21 years when we finally say good bye.
By my utter lack of posting I guess you could tell that Girl Friday hasn’t been much in the mood for reflection. It’s been a tough winter, but I think with spring coming ’round so should I.
What helps the minutes pass by in the dreary working world? Not that I don’t like my job, but when you spend upwards of eight hours in an office forced to deal with people that may have been raised by wolves you look for the little perks in life. I’ve discovered that a smile from someone unexpected is as good as gold. I’ve found that a thoughtful act can remedy a month of having your feet in the fire.
I think we should all aim to be a little kinder to our coworkers, even when they have been unkind to us first. I am making a promise to myself to reserve my eye rolling, keep back my snarky comments, and check the muttered groans…at least eight times out of ten. If I can manage to do that I will bring much needed levity to my life and hopefully I’ll be in the mood for blogging again.
Smile, someone is thinking of you.