Mid week - too tired to focus on a well-written, edited post. [Stop smirking, you know I occasionally manage one.]
So here are the trails of my woolly thoughts:
- Mystery Man, who has not had a hair cut since early June when the girlfriend was coming, came down yesterday to go to a Yankee game with my cousin's young son, Mr. Pom, and The Young One.He kind of looks like a white Don King. The Princess, though she is on vacation, was jealous and wished she was home. I, for one, was so excited to be alone for the evening, that I was giddy. I watched Gilmore Girls opening episode, and then promptly fell asleep.
Ah, the jet set life.
- Gilmore Girls: Are they kidding me with these up and down Luke and Laura episodes? Luke's character had been turned into an absolute idiot and I don't see why anyone would want to marry him. Lorelei is on the verge of becoming the town drunk and slut. There's no chemistry between those two - can you remember one passionate kiss between them? I'm disappointed. They better get it together or....I'll have to watch something else.
- Our managing attorney has decided that all the attorneys must come to the office at 8:00 before court each day. The office does open at 8:00, but since most of us cover 9:30 calendars and need at least 45 minutes to get to court, park, and walk to the courthouse, we were never made to come in at 8:00. Besides, our office is open until 4:30, when the support staff leaves, but most attorneys leave between 6:00 and 7:00 routinely, so we work long hours anyway. Not only does this screw me up in terms of getting The Young One off to school, it means I have to get up at 6:00 if I want to wash my hair. Do you know how stressful this is??
I do not do well at 6:00 a.m. It's either falling asleep at my desk, or clean hair. Sophie's Choice.
- I have been dieting for six weeks. Lost 7 pounds, gained back 2. For 2 years, my office had neither coffee nor food in our kitchen. We used to have practically a smorgasbord, and that was the problem. Then we went to the other extreme and there's wasn't even a cracker if you were starving. But now, now that I am dieting, they've started another coffee club. So far this week there's been two giant boxes of Munchkins, a dozen donuts, and a huge tin of Rugelach. The Rugelach was especially good.
- Every night I come home and say I will upload scans of artwork and take photos of things around the house I want to show you. Every night I sit down and never get up. I promise to do better this weekend, if I don't have the crud again.
- I closed up the dining room table when MM went back to school and The Princess took off for her vacation down south. Looks very pretty and there's just enough room for the three of us to sit around for it dinner. Not that I've actually made any dinner....But tonight, The Young One made a pot of pasta, we opened a jar of Rao's Marinara, and I threw together a salad. I even served the macaroni in the pot, something I never do and something that would make my mother blanch. The Young One was so thrilled that I had just made rigatoni with marinara sauce, without any peas, squash, strange cheeses, sundried tomatoes, or beans, that she sighed and hugged me. Really, a pot of pasta and salad from a bag. Gotta love that kid.
- Mr. Pom is heavily into Halloween this year. He ran to Target and bought some cute skeleton lights that glow green, and this:
He refused to buy this because he is scared to death of birds. Especially birds inside the house. We had to have the neighbor kid come over. He did, however, take care of the bat with a tennis racket.
And I am thrilled that he did not buy this because it would give me nightmares and I'm not sure what the hanging part is made of. Tripe?
- Most importantly, he hung all the stuff up already , which is amazing because we are usually doing it when the first little kids are walking up to the door and we've got ladders up and the liability issues for an insurance lawyer are scarier than any Halloween costume.
- Too bad I didn't have this blog in the years when MM and his friends put up a haunted house in the back yard each Halloween. Think fog machine, strobe light, scary music, a maze, severed hands, legs, kids dressed like dummies, and being chased by a chain saw down the driveway (sans chain). Mr. Pom would take to his chair with a glass of Scotch and refuse to talk to anyone. I thought it was pretty cool. We usually had a line and The Young One was the gatekeeper.
- I miss those days of screaming kids running outside, candy and silly string being thrown everywhere. I especially remember when his friend spilled gasoline when trying to fill the chainless chain saw, and it went over the new porch floor that Mr. Pom had just installed. I came around the corner just in time to see the boy about to turn the hose onto the porch. The porch floor on which was sprawled all the extension cord outlets for all the electrical wires and for all the lights. Ah, I didn't need to spray paint my hair for that Halloween as it had automatically turned white.
- Lastly, is Project Runway on tonight or what? And now that I know from the New York papers who showed at Olympia Fashion Week and what the critics thought about each line, do I really need to see it? Of course I do. I haven't heard an "auf" in two weeks. We like to watch it and just stare at Heidi Klum. We ogle her gloriousness. Next life: tall, Aryan, blonde. Either me or the guy I'm with.