I discover that it's Saturday. And I don't have to work until 10:30 tomorrow. And I realize the I have absolutely no idea whatsoever as to what might be going on out in the world tonight. Thoughts? Suggestions? Anyone?
Not to mention the fact that my old cellphone died & my new one has nobody's numbers & accessing internet from home is still really problematical. Whine. Whimper. Moan. Have pity on a poor soul that's fallen completely out of touch, pretty please?
Life's been pretty intesne these last couple months...hopefully I'll be able to catch up with some of you soon.
so, in addition to having a ridiculously heavy work schedule, I don't have internet at home, and my phone died and took all my numbers with it. *Please* call or e-mail me if you want to hear from me. I'm pretty effectively dropped off the face of the planet and now I don't even have any way to shout out from the abyss.
I'm checking mail & LJ very infrequently because work is crazed, but I miss folks & don't want to completely lose touch. I'm going to be in NYC next week visiting mom, then the holidays are nigh. I'm kind of freaking out. Ah well. Talk to you all sooner or later, I hope.
Looks like today's 3rd & final surgery went well & she's recovering as well as can be expected. There's now a long road to follow in terms of physical thereapy, but the panic is beginning to subside. Thanks for the support & good wishes, esp. those of you who made death guild. I *really* needed that. Work is eating my brain, which is why this took so long...*Not* looking forward to the next week. The Day of the Bird cometh. Run while you still can...
My mom and stepdad were in a motorcycle accident today. While they were crusing up the highway in Westchester, having a look at the glorious fall foliage, the rear tire on their bike blew out. Everyone is alive. My stepdad got off with "only" extensive bruising. But my mom broke her leg in 2 places. She's in surgery right now.
It's a good hospital & routine work, more or less, but it's my *mom* And she sounded so relieved to hear from me before they actually took her in, even through the spaceyness of surgical prep drugs & painkillers. She wanted to make sure I knew she loved me, even as she was also trying to reassure me that everything would be fine.
I'm having trouble dealing with how/what to feel. and my other evening plans cancelled. So I'm sitting home alone. Trying really hard to get the image of my mother, unconscious & bleeding, under the glare of operating lights, out of my head. If you see me on line or know of any place I could be around people that'd be helpful. Otherwise it's going to be a very long night.
Or at least a sanity lifeline.
Over the next 2 months, I'm going to be working very very hard. It's Food season, it's not unexpected, but I always forget how tiring & how isolating it can be. You probably won't hear from me, but I'm asking those of you who *do* have an extra minute to give me a call or something. This Holiday season, I'm single & all of my family is 3000 miles away. I thought this would bother me less than it apparently does.
Anyway, this is my apology in advance for snapping at people or any other antisocial behavior. Why is it that when you most need people, that's when you're likeliest to drive them away? Thanks, everybody.
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way. (That is, unless you like that sort of thing, in which case, perhaps arrangements can be made...)
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
Let's hear it for responsibility! And, for those of you who've known me a while, you can pick up your jaws now.
I'm changing stores, staying with Whole Foods, but moving to a different location, starting next week. I'd been feeling kind of bad about leaving right before the Holiday rush, but the (much improved) opportunity was available now, so I grabbed it. I referred a friend who just moved to town last week & she just called me to tell me she got my job. She's starting the day after I leave. I leave no one in the lurch. Everybody wins!
...or is there?
I am always amused by what I come up with culinarily, when there's "nothing to eat"
Inventory of quasi-edibles: 2/3 of a fairly stale baguette, 1/2 of a red onion, a couple of fairly lackluster sausages that had been sitting in the freezer for a while because while the flavor is good I wasn't so fond of the texture.
So I turned the baguette into crostini, sauteed the sausage & cut it into fairly thin coins which avoided the rubbery mouthfeel, deglazed that pan with balsamic vinegar & sweated the onions down into a marmelade. I had a heap of tasty canapes for dinner. Elapsed time? 25 minutes.
As I tucked in, I realized I'd done it all pretty much without thinking. It's just what I do now. It's times like this that I'm really aware of how much I enjoy the direction I've chosen to take my life.
But I've decided it's tattoo time again. I have the design, I'm not looking for anything in that direction, what I'm looking for now is an artist/studio. The design is vaguely Celtic & should look like it's made out of made out of metal. If anyone knows an artist particularly skilled with that sort of thing, that would be great.
Strongly prefer an SF studio, but I'll consider East Bay if people have really strong feeling about an awesome artist.