oy vey, I wish I could do this Monday over. I work with two amazing, intellectually sexy women in a male dominant field. We have meetings with engineering teams to negotiate the build of their inventions, in fancy board rooms encased in glass, overlooking the greenbelt. We rock a mean transaction & what's funny is we are all the same size. There is a bubbly country blonde, a stoic willowy brunette, & me, the fidgety dishwater brownnnnnwhatever. Add the secret ingredient...chemical X. They are arguing alot at the moment & I feel like a child of divorce, as if I should fake love letters or arrange some parent trap to reunite them before the engineers smell dissension in the ranks.
I wanted to thank those of you who wished my little one well. She turned 7 last week in a fevered haze, but still, she is so lovely.
(She had a dream last night of her new loose tooth, except it was "looong & blowing in the wind!")
Man, I wish my grandfather would stop sending me sparkly Jesus chainmail. That reminds me, he told me a joke last weekend when I went to visit; A man walked into a doctor's office & the frontdesk receptionist asked "Can I help you sir?" to which the man replied "There's something wrong with my pecker." (yes, pecker, my grandfather said pecker to me) The receptionist was appalled, and told the man to leave at once & come back when he could communicate his ailment a civilized manner. The man returned 15 minutes later & told the receptionist, "There's something wrong with my ear." The receptionist then asked what the problem was, to which the man replied "I can't piss out of it." It's funnier when my grandfather tells it.
Speaking of pee in the ear, Devendra Banhart sucks truly & vigorously.
There are too many of the ladies in my life having to deal with weak, childish men at the moment & though it may narrow the playing field considerably, I wish them lovers as strong, self-sufficient, honest & upstanding as they are. I want them to make that promise to themselves but ah, the greatest war is between the head & heart.
Back to work on part 3 of my triptych, a landscape of rooftops. I've never tried shadow on geometric shapes though it's nice to finally get into the zone, to forget what time or wherefore until my back aches from hovering painstakingly over the patient. I recommend it.