Vacation, Day 1

August 29th, 2016, 6:57 AM by Goddess

I figure I’ve never had a vacation before, so I should document it.

We’re in for “Drenching Rains” for the next three days. Cash is low here but I’d be willing to pony up for a couple nights in the Keys. Unfortunately I don’t have any desire to pay an arm and a leg just to get rained out.

The weekend is looking nicer. But the hotel prices are also doubled with Labor Day. So maybe staycation, it is.

It’s off to a great start, though. I just woke up. Normally I’d be on a call in a half-hour. But I will enjoy the silence instead.

I think I could like this “vacation mode” thing.

Even if I achieve nothing this week , perhaps that’s the point. I’ve been missing out all these years that I’ve never actually participated in this wonderful rite of passage. So so so so happy to kick back, watch “Too Cute” and let the clouds pass by …

I hear Stockholm is lovely this time of year

August 26th, 2016, 10:20 AM by Goddess

I realize I have a double Stockholm syndrome going on here.

Escaping one area of my life for a week does not mean escaping the other. My captors are going from 50/50 custody to 0/100.

One of my boys just said the three magic words any girl wants to hear: “I got this.”

I’d give anyone for someone to say that at home, too.

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.