“Hardly surprising.” – Bridget Jones’s Diary, Helen Fielding
“look pretty.” -my mother
Twenty minute write–I have a meeting at 8:30AM. Such is life when one works for a multinational corporation with offices on the other side of the planet. This morning I woke up at 6:19AM; I know! I know! So early. But it was a natural wakeup, not alarmed. Which was weird? I went to sleep around 10PM last night, and according to my tracker got around 7.50-8 hours of sleep, which is good enough for me. I feel rested. Still, I am disturbed by these early wake ups as I really like getting up at 7. Traffic is good this morning considering the still inclement weather.
Mom is coming with her artist friend for lunch today (she sold one of his paintings for $180,000 a few weeks ago). I find it irksome that she told me yesterday to “look pretty.” What am I, some kind of goddamn pony?
This week feels like it’s dragged on for-ever. Carter and I will probably go see Cabin in the Woods friday night (date night! Also, Joss Whedon!! Who is probably the only person in all of Hollywood who could make me eager see a horror movie). Saturday morning we’ll go for a hike, and he has a fraternity alumni event on Saturday night, and we’ll drop Beastie off Sunday morning at mom’s since Carter will be in DC next week. And I’m cooking dinner for Carter, Skye, and myself on Sunday night. So pretty busy this weekend. But god, how I live for the weekends now…they are wonderful.
I love 3/4…waltzes and all the rest. Or 6/8. Listening to lovers’ carvings by Bibio.
Lunch was quite good actually. The artist (and his wife, who is half his age–my age!!) came and went on a fun spree here like it was Disneyland. They tore through the cafe (the artist loves salmon sashimi. What can I say? I think he ate .5 lb of raw salmon. Grizzly-bear style). And then his wife flat out asked if there was ice cream (and of course there was). They overfilled their cups and delicately sprinkled the toppings over the teetering tops of the ice cream. It was fun to watch them enjoy the campus–they loved the displays and the cafes generally. They brought me a kilogram of chocolate truffles, which are now on the shelf next to my desk, for the gustatory enjoyment of the legal department. I drew eyeballs and sharp pointy teeth on the package plus an “eat me!!!” command on the packaging. I hope that they will be gone this week so that I will not eat them (all).
“Assume that you’re working.” -Don Draper, Mad Men
Friday Carter and I had date night: sushi, then this week’s episode of New Girl, Community, and a good old episode of Star Trek Voyager. Bed early: Saturday started off with a strenuous hike in the Marin headlands, with Beast romping along Rodeo Beach and eating lots of of suspicious objects (stale pizza, dead fish). I found a wad of gooseneck barnacles on the beach, which was exciting and otherworldly. We headed back to San Francisco for a burrito and a nap. Post-nap, inspired by the unusual weather, we headed to Ocean Beach for some more R&R. It was a little chillier than we’d expected, but got in some reading and fetch-time with Beastie. Sunday was Easter brunch with Carter’s friends, and I toted along a sausage-kale strata. A lively egg hunt followed the gorging and then we returned home to hit the bed for another nap. Due to heavy ingestion of alcohol Carter was more or less out for the afternoon and evening; I kept busy gold-leafing an antique wood frame that I found at the Alemany flea market, and cleaned up our secretary table a bit. Some more organization is called for, but that was as much work as I was able to do, considering my flagging energy levels.
Not much writing got done, but I’m planning to make up for that this week. It’s Monday!! Onward ho!!