Saint Etienne
Sound of Water
Alexis deTocqueville
Democracy in America
I love my handspring visor in its oh-so-lovely shade of orange. I balance my checkbook and make list after list and even create whirlygirl entries on it. Oh superior-icyorange-sleek technology... I bow to thee.
Today, between reading proposals and fielding a barrage of emails from Todd, I got back to checking my favorite daily inspirational web diaries. I do not covet my neighbor's wife, but I do turn green with envy when I sink into some of the sites out there.
I have speakers, tall cube walls, white boards, and 100 times more room for toys. I have a 401k, a gym with more than 2 treadmills, 81MB of RAM, and a phone with more than 12 buttons. I have direct fax access and today I was taken to lunch on a corporate card that wasn't a make-believe Liebert Visa colored with crayons. I know lois will have downsides, but it's fun to bask in the joy of the little things right now.
After approximately 23 round trips between Canton, Ohio and Boston, Massachusetts, I took a wrong turn last week on my ride home and ended up in New Jersey. But on the way I saw a small sign pointing off a random exit on I80 for the Land of Make Believe. It made the extra hour in travelling time worth it.
Pop the cork... it's Laine's birthday today. She's starting a whole new life in Manhattan, too, which makes it just a zillion times more exciting. Happy birthday... sparklers and spoonfuls of peanut butter and millions of magic wishes to you.
Until last night, I never knew I could see the spectacular Boston fireworks from my front steps (if I turn my back to the door and the lake of wet refuse). But there they were, glittering and shimmering over the old Hancock tower as I looked to the west.
I'm back on top of my white rabbit game. 6-5 as the first year comes to a close next month. Victory is almost mine.