That
was me when I woke up yesterday morning—deep into a pity party. My local family
was going out of town (hey, for a big four days!), more than half the people I
rely on for companionship were everywhere from New Mexico to Spain, and I
envisioned a long lonely week at my desk. I may love working at my computer,
but I also thrive on people.
I
know that old dictum: the only person who can make you happy is you. So I dug
in: called my colleague Melinda to see if she could do lunch today; went to
dinner at the Grill not sure who I’d have for company and had three lovely
neighbors—Garrett and Bonnie Tucker and Sally Dalton. Today I had lunch with
Melinda, which is always a happy occasion—we take little travel bottles of wine
to our favorite tiny Italian restaurant where I always eat Braseola (beef
version of prosciutto). Tonight I went with Mary V. and had a Caesar salad with
scallops at Pacific Table.
My
week is filling up—grocery and lunch plans tomorrow, plus that good supper I’ve
been meaning to cook for myself for over a week; Friday, grocery and tentative
lunch plans; Saturday the kids will be back and we’re talking about barbecue
for supper; Sunday I’ll fix a welcome-home dish for Subie and Phil, something I’ve
been wanting to try. Shh! Don’t tell.
Meantime
I have work on my desk—got 2nd edits on the Peacock Mansion and am
over halfway through reading a manuscript for TCU Press.
This
morning all the subcontractors for the bathroom redo were here to gather info
for their estimates, so this really is becoming a reality. I groan a bit about
the construction process, the cleaning I’ll have to do, etc. But I’m really
excited.
Moral
of my story: life is good. But only if you yourself determine to make it so.
Pollyanna is now signing off and going to read that manuscript.
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