Stupid storm 

August 25th, 2016, 8:36 AM by Goddess

This Invest 99L shit looks poised to ruin my week off. 

I was already rethinking taking off. Big week for me. Busy. And I wouldn’t wish one of the projects on my worst enemy. 

In fact, I just told the writer of that project to send it to me anyway. That’s how bad it is. 

The thing is, I’m pinning all my hopes on this week off. To refresh me and reignite my love for what I’ve spent the last 15 years doing. 

Realistically, I hope to rediscover the plan I had before the company reorganized and I had to start doing everything but writing. And now I have zero confidence in my writing ability because I’m so out of practice. 

At the very least, I won’t have to drive Stewie in the torrential downpours and possible hurricane and/or tornado. 

Although being trapped at home probably won’t help me relax and get creative again. 

Or maybe that’s exactly what I need. 

I’d still rather be in Key West, though. 

The Bible predicted this shit

August 24th, 2016, 10:20 AM by Goddess

I finally asked a full week off.

And there’s like locusts and frogs and shit set to fall out of the sky where I want to head …


I’m guessing “staycation,” it is. (I did not book a hotel. Because that would just guarantee apocalypse.)

If I get to sleep and watch financial TV live and not via ads on their websites that always choke and shut down my computer, I’ll be happy.

And maybe, if I’m being really brave, I’ll even schedule a long weekend in September. Maybe October, too!

As Ellen Page said to Allison Janney in “Juno,” when she said she was going to get Weimerauners after Juno moved out, “Whoa, dream big!”

Hey, it’s all I can do right now. And I cannot tell you how forward I am looking to it …

Parting words

August 23rd, 2016, 11:03 AM by Goddess

In case anyone thinks my frame of mind after losing Sia is any better, well. Enjoy that optimism of yours. So cute!

The Baltimore Sun did a very nice story on her. One of my boys sent it my way yesterday, along with a tribute one of her editors did in his newsletter. And I was gut-punched all over again.

This makes me understand the journalism scholarship thing. Again, not quite how I would have honored her. But I get it now.

Her name was all over the air yesterday, actually.

I found out that a mutual friend was with her when she passed. That’s quite comforting. Not only was she not alone, but that she was with such a good friend.

I thanked him for being there. I don’t know why; it sure isn’t my place to say. But she would have said it if she could. I’ve been kind of doing that, letting people know she loved them.

She was always so good about telling me how awesome she thought I was. You feel good when someone like her admires someone like you. I just want to share that as much as I can.

I sent our buddy my favorite photos of her. He appreciated it.

Funny how our worlds connected, even when it wasn’t us connecting.

That’s the thing these days, with the small field we are in and the wide world of social media. You don’t have to reach out and call (don’t ever call me — text me) anyone. You can simply ask someone else how they are doing … or go lurk on their walls and go away quietly with them never being the wiser.

I got up the courage to read some of our last conversations on Faceypages. My last words in my last message to her, sent earlier this summer, were “Love you more.”

I’m so glad that’s the last thing I said to her. I mean, I wish there were so many other things said. But as far as parting words go, I’m OK on our “love you, Goddess”/”love you more” as our final conversation.

Stewie’s not-so-good day

August 21st, 2016, 7:58 PM by Goddess

Was sitting at a red light here in Braddock Beach. Minding my own business. When BAM!

A VW rear-ends me. 

Mom was with me, and all her aches and pains. 

I was calm. Looked in my mirror and thought very long and hard about throwing Stewie in reverse and flooring it. 

Of course, my car is made of plastic and held together with gum bands and dreams. No match for that tank. So I threw it in park and stomped back to this fool. 

Horns honking. The light was green. Good for them. 

This dumbass didn’t even bother reversing. Or getting out of the car. Or reacting other than to say, “Are you really doing this?”

I said an apology would have been nice. But you’re no real man. So yes, we are doing this. 

He insisted his foot slipped off the brake. I said, “Onto the gas? Why the hell were you so close to me that it would matter?”

Long story short, Stewie is fine. Mom is fine. I got his plate and told him not to be in people’s back seats. 

This reminded me of being 19 and getting bounced in Wilkinsburg, Pa. The guy got out of his car and screamed at me to get back in mine. He was no doubt armed. I complied. 

Not this time.

This guy trailed me by a good mile after I drove away. Hope he thinks next time. I bet he will. He’d better. 

I was truly not looking for more reasons to hate it here. But they sure do seem to keep finding me. 

Before and after 

August 19th, 2016, 9:28 AM by Goddess

I like me with fewer chins! Clearly I lost a few between Chicago and West Palm Beach …