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Friday, October 26, 2007
Skinny Jeans
Rupert Brook said, "I know what things are good - friendship and work
and conversation." Well, today, the things I knew were good were my favorite pair of skinny jeans fitting perfectly once again,
a first meeting over coffee that got my mental wheels spinning most delightfully, and a long day of work that finished with
the last thing crossed off of my to-do list.
It was a really good day.
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about where I am and where I want
to go, with my usual reflection on where I've been. Yes, I'm one of those that doesn't think you get very far if you don't
pay attention to the last few stops you've made (good or bad). And this week, with a couple of sick days forced upon me, then
a couple of unexpected sales and the culminating factors of wearing my favorite pair of jeans (worn with the cutest new coat
I've bought in ages, in purple, a color I never wear!) and time with someone I hadn't seen in months but always enjoy seeing
. . . I have to think I am on the right track.
Whatever forms they take, I think Rupert Brook was right: friendship,
hard work and conversation are excellent things.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Why I Love Mr. Big
I realized tonight that I've never written a post-to-blog about Big.
I was watching him eat his dinner - one bite at a time, just like always, taken around the corner from his dish to somewhere
I can barely see him - and it hit me. I need to make a point of saying out loud all the reasons I love this silly, funny,
crazy little dog who's been about the best company to me I can remember in years. It's past time.
When Big stands on the couch like he's doing right this second, and looks
across the room at me with this certain stare, it's all I can do not to burst out laughing. He's so serious, so intent, on
checking on what it is that I'm working on at my desk. I love his curiousity and, most of the time anyway, his need to know
my goings-on and whereabouts at all times.
The way he snuggles down beside my back in bed, or comes to stand at
my feet when I dry my hair. The way he jumps onto the couch to look me in the face (ok, sometimes a little too closely,
but still) and check on me if he thinks I'm sad, or simply just too quiet.
The fact that he'll kind of protest his little outfits that I buy for
him, but once they're on, prance around like he's king of the world. The way he expects that people's attention will gravitate
towards him wherever he is (yes, I probably taught him that one, too). The way he knows my voice . . . even when it's telling
him to quit his barking as I'm walking back down the hall towards our apartment and I'm a hundred feet away.
That he'll listen to me no matter what. Sure, sometimes he might be absentmindedly
licking his paw (or my arm) but he knows when I need him to listen. Really, he does; it's just a thing we have . . . he's
been through it all in the last few years.
My ex-husband hurt me badly when he told me he should have custody of
what was once my precious dog, Magis, because he was "the fit parent." I looked forward to the day I could have and care for
my own dog again, and I've been proud since the day I got Big to take good care of him.
We make a good team. Those are the reasons that I love Mr. Big.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Sick Day
I stayed home from work sick today. Can't remember the last time I did
that, but I haven't been fit for public consumption for two days now; tomorrow looks iffy. Spending the day on the couch with
the dog and all of "Grey's Anatomy: Season Three" made me think back to being little, and how differently my brother and I
handled going to school when we didn't feel well.
He would fake sick pretty routinely, at least every month or two. I,
on the other hand, would do just about anything not to miss a day of school - I loved it that much and couldn't stand the
thought of missing anything. I was certain something wonderful would happen without me if I stayed home.
Thinking of how re-energized I've been about my job lately, how excited
I was last week to sell that big case, made me think about that little girl. I've been working my rear off lately, and I've
finally felt like that excited little girl again. So I'm looking forward to feeling better. Because it's not that sick days
don't happen, it's just that I hate to miss out on anything wonderful.
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