I woke up anxious and even a bit angry this morning…an old habit from the past that has diminished somewhat as I've recovered. And then it hit me…I have a 7:30 meeting that I'm leading and I'm not ready. I have an 8:45 Masters Ski group workout and if I'm not prompt the group takes off without me. I have a critical board meeting at noon, and I haven't covered the materials. And I have guests coming for a week on Sunday, so I'll partially lose control of my schedule. That may be the worst. My response was to schedule a group dinner during the week so I'd keep in touch with some of my new friends in town. A bad pairing…NYC friends and mountain town friends. What do you cook??? Conclusion at the moment…5:33 AM: I will be happiest for the next months living alone. With no one in my space other than my two cats, who slept next to me in a joint cuddling ball all night. I do not want to sha...
Yup, agreed.
ReplyDeleteReminds me that recently my brother and his GF were visiting from way out of town, and we went to my newest favorite local pizza place to get slices.
My brother and I asked for regular slices, fresh out of the oven and looking perfect. She, always needing to be different, ordered a slice of an all-white pie on the counter. (For example, at Mamoun's Falafel, she ordered something like a spinach pie, which she didn't like... but who in their right mind would order anything but falafel at Mamoun's?)
So we sat down to dive into our yummies, and she blurted out: why doesn't mine have any tomato sauce?
BECAUSE YOU ORDERED AN ALL-WHITE SLICE.
She then approached the counter and asked for -- and received -- a little cup of tomato sauce to spoon over her slice.