In 197 hours and 30 minutes, I am finally going to have my hair done. Yes, I am counting down this way. If you could see my hair, you'd be counting too.
I went to my new oncologist on Tuesday. He was wearing a Scrooge tie. We are going to get along just fine.
Speaking of Scrooge, my unwritten, unaddressed Christmas cards are staring at me.
My favorite Christmas movie is "Holiday Inn." What's yours?
Did anyone watch that 12-12-12 Concert for Sandy last night? I thought it was great, but I could have done without looking at Roger Daltrey's bare tummy. And Kanye West's leather kilt. But watching Twitter take them down was pure entertainment.
I go to my Coach Alice today. I love her.
Tonight? I get to go out to dinner with an old, old family friend. Cannot wait!
In 8 sleeps, Dora and I head to Connecticut. We are very excited to see everyone. Very.
...Is just one of the reasons I am so happy to be home in Middle Tennessee. The integrity and compassion of the folks around me inspires me every single day. This happened about 3 miles from where I live.
And now, I'm going out in the world to pay it forward. You?
At 7 o'clock last night, I started thinking about this morning's coffee. What does that mean?
Since I started my 30 days of whole eating (Paleo) last Monday, I have lost the three pounds I gained while on my Thanksgiving party binge Adventure, I have also lost another 2 pounds!
That includes a little deviation on Saturday night, when I went to a Christmas party and may or may not have had a little bit of cinnamon-y whisky.
I think I may have to turn my a/c back on today.
I also think I may spend the afternoon working at the pool. On December 3. In Middle Tennessee.
At the end of this month, this blog will be 5 years old. I am going to start a new blog focusing on life here in my old home town and environs. It will focus on real estate and the markedly different lifestyle one enjoys here, say, after living in the Northeast for 30 years.
This is a roundabout way of saying that MPM may have run it's course. I dunno. Sometimes I feel like it is a part of me now. What should I do?
My week is booked solid. This is a very good thing. I hope you have a wonderful, productive one too.
This is her itinerary: THE DOG WHO THINKS HE’S A HUMAN: » Morning Creek-side Nature Walk » Afternoon Playtime (with fellow-human) » Nightly Bedtime Story with Signature Bedtime Biscuit & Tuck-in » Four additional escorted outings throughout the day
I kinda wish I was staying there with her. I mean, who wouldn't want a Bedtime Biscuit and Tuck-In?
I have so much to learn at work. I feel like I need a kindergartner to teach me the computer stuff.
I love country music all of a sudden. This song is my new obsession. Brad lives here in Franklin;)
Have a safe and wonderful weekend. Wish me luck. Please.
Part of the training program with my new real estate company is working with a Coach. Her name is Alice, and I love her. We are currently working on setting 2013 goals and steps we need to take to reach those goals. I have never actually sat down and written goals for a coming year. I find it both exciting and terrifying. Anyway, last week, we talked about the things that hold us back. We all know what that is: internal negative chatter, external naysayers, lost focus, you get it. One of the things that stayed in my mind after that session a miracle, I can assure you was the notion of de-cluttering our minds. I am always onto the next thought or idea long before my current project is complete. I used to call it my creative flow. But, I have determined that it is mind clutter that derails me.
My mind clutter comes from my surroundings. My housekeeping philosophy has always been that clutter is fine, it's the dirt I cannot tolerate. So, as long as my house is actually clean, I can have stacks of stuff all over the place. Magazines, coupons, paperwork, doo-dads. You name it, I am surrounded by it; I like to think it is organized, but it is what it is. Clutter. So I came home last week, and started de-cluttering. You'd think that a 1000 mile move in July would have necessitated a de-cluttering already, and it did. But clutter has a way of springing up. Fast.
I should be finished by the end of today in my office area. If nothing else, I feel really accomplished. But I can already tell that the energy in my little abode is already lighter. My goals are coming together, and I am so looking forward to the future. Did I tell you that I love Alice?
Do you have any clutter? Come on, be honest. Just try to clean out an area and tell me that you don't actually feel lighter and energized. Just try it.
Rabbit, rabbit. Sending lots of good first-day-of-the-month love to my friends impacted by Sandy.
That one with the white fence around it used to be my house in Westport. This picture was taken by the Connecticut National Guard on Tuesday afternoon. I'm thinking they had water on the first floor during high tide Monday night.
The devastation in New York City and New Jersey, however, looks horrifying.
And let's give props to Christie, Cuomo, Malloy, Bloomberg and President Obama. That's what bipartisanship should look like.
By the way, I had a dream on Monday night that I was married to Mitt Romney. I am blaming it on the full moon. Our marriage seemed to be very good, though. More bipartisanship.
Meanwhile, here in reality, I am heading to my new office this morning. So thankful. So very thankful.
This will turn out to be a great week for you. Your intuition is strong so follow your hunches. You may experience some sudden changes and happenings that may improve your surroundings. The chance of a lifetime could be yours before this week is over. Timing is everything this week. A large expense decreases your bank funds but you have expected it. If you have any artistic talent it will come out this next week.
What a difference a few decades make. How does your week look?
Being back home in Franklin has been an exercise in revisiting every emotion I can name. I wake up every morning and look out at the rolling foothills I have missed for 30 years. I can take my sweet Dora for a walk at the family farm where I can inhale the comforting and clean air. I also have bouts of "What was I thinking?" This is when I allow myself to wallow in the memories of my Connecticut life. My friends there. (Hi! I miss you!) My established life.
I moved to New York City in the Spring of 1982. Thirty years ago. I built a life on the East Coast. A Big Life. And here, the life is not so big. Yet. But I am not the least bit stymied by this. I do have my moments of longing, but they are being eased by my reconnections here.
Ingelein and I became best friends when we were 9. We shared many misadventures and great, fun times. A lot of these events will go to our graves with us because that's just the way it is with someone you've spent so much time doing so many things with. You know those Facebook sayings about best friends and how they will come burn your diaries if you die? That's how Ingelein and I were. Then I moved, and we both got on with our lives and raising our children. We kept up through Christmas cards and Happy Birthday's! But it's difficult.
We are now busy making up for lost time. And while she lives three hours away, she spends a lot of time here because her mother and a daughter are nearby. And this past Saturday, we all got together for an evening of good food, wine, dancing, and general frolicking in our finest duds at the Heritage Ball. If you click on the link, you will see Ingelein's mother (89 year-old Inge Smith) dancing with her 'friend' Bill! "Miss Inge" was the Headmistress of our grammar school; I could write a book about that, but I digress.
Ingelein and Lauren
In 1977, if you do the math, that is 35 years ago, when we were seniors in high school, Ingelein and I were hostesses at this soiree. We may have a few of those grave-taking stories from that night, but I'm not saying anything else about that one. We have both been back a handful of times since then, but not at the same time. Until Saturday. It was magical. It was one of the most beautiful parties I have ever been to, and I am still smiling. I was really home.
I am sitting here this morning, looking out at those hills, and I feel content. I miss parts of my Connecticut life, and at the same time, I feel more connected here each day as well. Life really is a journey, no?
There is a farm down the road that grows the world's best cucumbers. They are my new crack.
I had art class last night. I am not an artist, but I am going back for another one soon.
I have never done crack. Or smoked it. However you "do" it, I haven't.
I am a big fan of plaid, however.
I feel sorry for Prince Harry, and I'm glad there were no cell phones when I was in my 20's.
I have finally started watching "Downton Abbey." What took me so long? And, when is season 2 going to be available on Netflix?
I think Robin Roberts on "Good Morning America" may be one of the most courageous and grace-filled woman there is. She is gearing up for a bone marrow transplant next month, and she never skips a beat.
I hate cancer.
In addition to cukes, radishes are also high on my list.
My email is having all kinds of issues. And Mercury isn't even in retrograde.
As I continue to unpack and tweak things in my my new abode, I was whining telling the kids about some of my challenges. One of which is finding someone to come do a little "honey-do" list I have been amassing noting on a little pad of paper. Please see below the sage advice from my newly-minted 21 year old son.