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So Just Chill-'Til the Next Episode

The house is almost bare, save for some bits and scraps of our lives here and there: random beads left under the bed, a mattress that we are bequeathing to the next owners, a toy car-turned-bath toy left on the corner of the tub. The Gov is spending some time at my childhood home with my folks, having a wonderful time swimming every day and enjoying the attention. In a couple of days, we'll descend on the premises for a spell and then the three of us will head to...whatever's next. There is another empty house on the other end of our journey, but this one will be soon be filled with car magazines, Legos, beads, chew toys. It has the space I've been craving and thinking of it makes me happy.

Others' Wonderful Lives

I discovered this great flickr collection courtesy of Moleskinerie. I added it to my bookmarks, and every time I check, I am amazed. It helps to have an amazing setting all day, every day.

Postings from a 20th Floor Hotel Room

I’m in a different town for the night-tomorrow morning I have a mid-morning meeting and then lunch with a new colleague. We’re supposed to coordinate on work plans, but neither my boss nor I have drafted an agenda or put together materials to bring along.

However, since my little sister lives in this particular town, I flew in a little early and together we dined on exquisite sushi and then an hour later consumed chocolate martinis and crème brulee on an outdoor patio as the evening turned the color of used bathwater. I’d lived in this town before for a handful of years, but in my opinion, it’s much nicer to be a visitor.

Business trips bring a much needed perspective. I come home from them with my heart aching and arms open, having not seen either The Governor or Conan for over 24 hours. No matter how poorly I slept in my hotel bed or how rumbly my stomach has become due to the inadequacy of mid-flight snacks, I sneak into The Governor’s room after he has been tucked into bed and I cuddle with him. If it late and he is asleep, I listen to the sound of his breaths and gaze at his long eyelashes resting on his now-slender cheeks. If he is still awake, I receive a waterfall of hugs and persistent cries not to go, which inevitably become too hard to resist.

Earlier this afternoon, I’m in the air, looking outside my window at clouds. I always want to reach out and grab handfuls of clouds, wondering if they feel grainy to the touch like cotton candy. I always buy books from the airport bookstore-this trip was no exception. My choice was a good one even though it wasn’t my standard, evenly-ended story containing a heroine who gains a holistic life perspective, promotion, and a boyfriend all at the same time. It made me pensive for the last five minutes of my flight. The stories were incredible to me-I can't fathom that they are real but they are. Lately, I've become acutely cognizant about the fact that I can never fully protect my son from "what's out there." I know that it's my job to raise and at some point let go, but I haven't been able to emotionally commit myself to that future sacrifice. Will I ever be? And if I try and prepare myself now, will it still be as painful when it happens?

We need to talk about your TPS reports

From time to time, my current boss and I compare the amount and type of flair that we each have in our offices. One of the benefits of going in-house is that you don't have to worry about decorating your office--either clients and internal communications or HR does that for you. From time to time, some innocuous person you've never seen before comes by with a poster or "top 10 list of things we think you need to know about your company" brochure for your bulletin board. Sometimes, it's a company logo pen. In very rare instances, you'll get an award/paperweight recognizing your contributions to some company endeavor.

The only private practice areas I can tell where you get flair are M&A (stock certificates encased in acrylic to be used as paperweights), entertainment (movie or other-related toys), and maybe IP (items used as exhibits). In my last firm job, we shared the building with an IP firm, and the associates would enter and exit the elevators with molecular models. Sure, they looked extremely tired (which was actually a good thing, since they were billing), but at least they were carrying something else besides fully-expanded Redwells stocked to the gills with paper, right?

More stuff to like...

Not a big animal print person in general, but for some reason the bandipur small eley is strangely beckoning me.

It's striking enough to add just enough punch to an otherwise all-black outfit (of which I have many, many).

THB, we are moving to the Great Midwest to my company's main headquarters so that I can be closer to my team and my client base...not to mention lower cost of living and less traffic congestion. Looking forward to it, but a little scared. More to come on the moving experience...