january 13

little things

These days, it's the little things.

Fabulous dinner with friends tonight. Truly, I don't have much in common with her, although I adore her, but the him in this couple will be a friend for life. I would do anything for him and I think if I asked, he'd do anything for me. Sometimes, you just know these things.

My dad came through town and showed up on my doorstep with a new shrub. He declared the opening of Gardening Season and I now am the proud mistress of a new bed of purple irises, daffodils, and assorted glads and anemones. My dad is the best. And since these were simply made from bunches of bulbs that were divided, or were gifts, it didn't cost me a dime.

We had lunch with an elderly couple, an old friend of my dad's and her cartoonist husband, at their house on the river. Heard old stories, hoped to live that long and have stories and friendships like that.

Everytime I start to freak about how hard we work and how it gets us seemingly nowhere I hear a voice that says, "It will all be over soon." I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

Friday night went out for beers with Polly and our tall friend, Innie. Mild, theraputic, relaxing night. Felt old amidst the hipsters wearing my professional "luncheon" outfit.

Am dying for a night out by myself, flirting, smoking, reading the NYT. No biz trips for A* these days. Will have to just beg off from home one night.

Another pitch tomorrow. Ridiculous.

Thank God for love, faith, and steely determination. If I'm going to go down, I'll be fighting every step of the way.

- january 13