Friday, September 28, 2007


Work was pretty good.


Today is Friday. I have to go to work in a few minutes. Then I will come home and go to dinner with a friend. Then I will go to bed.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007


I woke up at 6, planning to get out there and get my blood moving. However, I hit the wrong button on the alarm and turned it to "off" rather than "snooze," and missed my workout. Damn.

Now, if I had someone in bed with me to help me stay on track....

Tuesday, September 25, 2007


A list...

* Friday = much needed haircut and an even more needed drink with Mrs. Steve. I sat on one of their Kroger chairs on the back porch, and it broke. I'm thinking of suing.

* Hurricane John breezed (or is it "broze?") through Atlanta on his way to he new home in NYC. We went to a dinner party on Friday night, but I missed him before he departed on Sunday. I would feel badly about not saying a formal goodbye, but for some reason this absolutely does NOT feel like "goodbye..."

* Work work work all weekend, but it's all good and I'm very, very happy with the current state of affairs at the institutional.

* Dinner with the family on Sunday night, to celebrate my sister's birthday; I was tardy, due to work obligations. Mom made an unbelievable cake, and we started making plans for Thanksgiving. Yes, we make plans for Thanksgiving in September. It's the way we are.

Frankly, that's all that I have to report. I'd apologize for it being lackluster and "not the way I used to write," but I really don't give a shit about what you think.

: )

Friday, September 21, 2007


I could blog about what I did last night, but that would compromise a certain someone's privacy.

i could blog about what happened when I got up this morning, but that would imply that I got some sleep last night.

I could blog about how crappy I feel, but that would be boring.

I could blog about these things, but I won't.

I'm trying to be discreet.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

oh what a beautiful mornin'

Y'all....remind me....we gotta cut that numbah.

It was a stunning morning today, though. Shades of pink, gold, blue, and that silvery blue color that bounces off the buildings in Midtown. I'm going to drink it up before the depths of winter descend and I have no choice but to work out in the darkness.

I almost didn't make it out of bed this morning. I fell asleep on the couch last night, and my slumber was interrupted by some idiot televangelist who apparently comes on one of the network channels after everything else has had the good sense to sign off the air. His crazy rambling drove me to my bed, where I crashed for a few hours until the alarm sounded. I ignored it a coupla times, until the voice in my head shouted, "GET UP!" It was that sharp, with a high pitch. "GET UP!" So I did, and worked my way around the park. I even bumped into the OSW. There I was, just winding down my workout, when a pale haze of alcohol went breezing by me. He was working the booze out of his system, as oil is expressed from an olive. This apparently was the side effect of a less-than-stellar date last night. I can't say I blame him...I probably would have hit the drinks, too.

Had a Krazy Day yesterday. Various crises rose in my path, and I must confess that I had difficulty overcoming them. It was only with the help of friends that I was able to do so, which reminds me that despite my anxiety, I do, in fact, have resources.

Have a blessday, y'all.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

back in the saddle

7:19 AM

Despite the fact that my alarm didn't go off and I slept with the window open which made my bed feel even more wonderfully comfortable, I did get up this morning and get moving. I was a little late, so I had to cut my program short, but I got up nonetheless, and feel great for it. The park and sunrise were just beatiful this morning - the light struck the buildings of Midtown and turned them all gold, and a delicate mist ebbed low in the park. There were lots of people out and about, some of whom smiled and waved as I went by them. Charming.

Today will be nuts, but I feel like I have the bull by the horns.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

praise be, part II

Thanks be to all things holy, but the weather broke here in our fair city, and I feel like real human being again. Everything is breathing a sigh of relief: the concrete, the air conditioning units, the cars, the air, the grass...EVERYTHING. It feels fabulous.

I took MARTA to work on Saturday, because the weather was nice and I just didn't feel like driving. It wasn't without its hitches, not the least of which was the urine-soaked gentleman who sat near me on my way home. I mean, I can stomach some stuff, but this was naaaaasty, and I had to get up lest I lose my lunch.

It was such a gorgeous day that I couldn't help but stop by Zocolo's on my walk home from the train station for a little quesadilla and a beer. Later, a charming party at the OSW's house, followed by more work on Sunday, and a spin through Blake's on Sunday night. I'd say this was a pretty good weekend. No Labor Day in PTown, but I'll take what I can get.

I'm off to bed, as I wish to rise with the birds and see another glorious morning before it gets too dark and cold to coax me out of the bed.

Friday, September 14, 2007

it's on

Just so's ya know...I'm still workin' on it. Thankfully, there was no rain this morning, so I was able to get out and about before work.

There was, however, a LOT of rain this afternoon, which meant that every traffic light went on fritz, and every driver went deaf, dumb, and blind. MARTA may have earned my business this afternoon.

And before I break for the weekend, I have a confession to make:

I shtole the DIAMONDZH DRESSH! It was supposhed to go to the Shmithshonian, but I jusht had to have it! After all, when Gower Champion gave me that third arabeshque...

Thursday, September 13, 2007

morning report

6:52 AM

I was up before dawn and got some exercise. Why didn't anyone ever tell me that it's easier to jumpstart your day if you DON'T enjoy too much pinot grigio the night before?

One thing I'm worried about, though: I have a very difficult time rising before the sun, and hope that I will be able to keep the momentum when the days grow even shorter. I mean, was pitch black at 6:05 AM. Also, I think I'll keep things nice n' quiet this weekend, so's I don't kill my Monday.

Ever since I got back from Provincetown, I've felt great - organized, energetic, and focused. I really, REALLY hope that this is not a phase, that the other shoe will stay on my foot. I'm writing about all this to chart my mood/efforts/attitude, with hopes that the daily reminder will keep me on track.

Have a blessday, y'all.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

and so it begins...

I've begun to implement my five-year-plan, as I am typically prone to procrastination and don't want to try to pack all of this in to the final year of the five.

So. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that it is nothing short of a miracle that I am up at this hour (7:29 AM), having already accomplished quite a bit. Usually, I would just be rolling out of bed, scrambling for coffee and a breakfast bar and running to the elevator. I have a long day ahead of me, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I've gotten a head start.

Not to get all Flippy on you, but there might be something to this whole "put it out there and it will come to you" thing.

Thank you, Dr. Norman Vincent Peale.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

when i think of home

Well, well, well...I'm back. For those of who know me, I suspect that you will be able to predict my personal experience of a Labor Day weekend in Provincetown. Trust me, this most recent visit did not disappoint. It was full of (blank) and (blank) and (insert name here). But mostly it was full of the old magic...yes, I believe in magic, and it can be mined in copious amounts, in fact.

And for those of you who DON'T know me, apologies. Here is a cryptic list of things/memories/vague recollections/epiphanies that bubble to the surface...

* "Cocktails on a Plane." In truth, the joke was pretty much "Cocktails ANYWHERE," but we were specifically planning a sequel to "Snakes on a Plane," except with aggressive cocktails in place of snakes.

* "Three Bottoms in a Bottomed-Out Boat," a modern Gilbert n' Sssssullivan operetta.

* A Conversation Overheard By (or is it "Imposed Upon") the Good People of Commercial Street, While Two Queens Fly Down the Street on Rented Bicycles:

OSW: God, my eyes are watering.

E: Well, why is that, OSW?

OSW: I think there's something in my contacts.

E: But, don't WEAR contacts!

OSW: What?!?

* The Wit and Wisdom of Varla Jean Merman: "Ever since New Orleans got hit by that one-eyed bitch...and I'm not talkin' about Sandy Duncan..."

* What is a marriage?

* My friends are ridiculous freaks. I think that Atlanta made a good showing.

* Came up with a five-year plan...after a few talks with God. I truly think this is possible, y'all.

* Our "house t-shirt:" Front - "02657" (the PTown zip code). Back - "It's a two-street town, y'all." Drew lots of attention...all of it good.

* Saw some other folks who just didn't want to smile. How can you not smile in's the happiest place on the planet?

* As might be expected, my body hurts from laughing.

* I'm told I had a "black out night," but still remained fun and charming (though I suspect my friends are protecting my feelings, bless them).

* Joy is found on a sunken dance floor in a dumpy bayside bar, trust me. Photos to come.

* And yes...ladies and gentlemen...I have one more word....


I almost didn't come home...