Friday, October 05, 2007
Lot of Living... i.e. last three weeks as follows (keep up): arrival London to Rothbone Hotel. Standing ovation at London's rendition of Wicked. Indian food. Indian food again. And the obligatory walk along the Thames whilst admiring London girls with their cuffed hot pants, stockings, and boots. Everyone's smile is improving in the U.K. too. Copious wine. Then to Majorca replete with many Germans and Brits but at least they keep the island clean. Cobbled sidewalks and rich rose-colored stucco architecture, olive groves, gloriously dry September summer days sans bugs. Copious wine. Watch the jelly fish. Then to Salzburg (hiking in the alps), Wagrain (hiking in the alps), Vienna (incredibly dysfunctional visit with hubby's incredibly dysfunctional family), and back to Salzburg (more hiking). Copious wine supplemented with Austrian chocolate that did no harm for all the hiking.
Mountain of Life. Go away for two weeks and the mountain of life that awaits you upon your return makes the Austrian alps look like mole hills. Job front? Hubby moves on AGAIN from yet another psychopathic software company. Anna Bloviations moves on too. She arrives home to 1) find her newly-painted house beseiged by woodpeckers intent on obliterating the house in Hitchcock fashinon (did you not wonder at the rapping noise son [who took care of the house?]), and 2) to find that her boss has an imminent appointment under Governor Deval Patrick and that she has been invited on board for nearly double the pay. OK I can do that... Can I wear my Ann Taylor suit on a farm do you think?
Daughter turns 21 (see pic). So nothing to hold me back on the career front other than 14-year-old Australian Shepard Heidi. Poor deaf girl. But still in good enough shape that Anna may not play God yet -- but rather find an appropriate dog walker during the day...
Mountain of Life. Go away for two weeks and the mountain of life that awaits you upon your return makes the Austrian alps look like mole hills. Job front? Hubby moves on AGAIN from yet another psychopathic software company. Anna Bloviations moves on too. She arrives home to 1) find her newly-painted house beseiged by woodpeckers intent on obliterating the house in Hitchcock fashinon (did you not wonder at the rapping noise son [who took care of the house?]), and 2) to find that her boss has an imminent appointment under Governor Deval Patrick and that she has been invited on board for nearly double the pay. OK I can do that... Can I wear my Ann Taylor suit on a farm do you think?
Daughter turns 21 (see pic). So nothing to hold me back on the career front other than 14-year-old Australian Shepard Heidi. Poor deaf girl. But still in good enough shape that Anna may not play God yet -- but rather find an appropriate dog walker during the day...
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