For anyone who still reads this, I think I'm cancelling. I don't write or post anything of true interest anymore and I don't want to pay for this monthly for no good reason.
This should still be up for about another week or so while I clear out and save photos.
Got a big ol' case of the blahs over here. It's March: cold, rainy, dreary March. I've been trying to plan fun things with the kids to keep us all going, like Mardi Gras stuff last week up to yesterday, and St. Pat's stuff this week and next, but the weather is still getting to me. I just want to go far away for a little while - like a yoga retreat or something like that - to decomfuckingpress. Ugh.
On Sunday night, there was a rather impromptu blind tasting organized up at Freedom Run Winery. Eight of us came and tasted through ten wines. I hadn't tasted blind in yearrrrrrrrs, so I was worried about mis-guessing everything, but I was surprised to learn I got half of them right! Of course, I couldn't guess varietal, location, and vintage for all - I simply have been out of the loop too long - but just being about to guess the varietal was more than good enough for me.
I'd forgotten how fun tastings can be! Avid wine folk tend to have wicked imaginations, so the conversation, of course, quickly spiraled into playing strip blind tasting, mocking dornfelder, and hailing Kenny Rogers.
I only took one photo because I was actually concentrating on the tasting (and didn't want to be an annoying paparazza). The winner of the night was Ch. L'Ancien, 2000, Pomerol, for which I'd noted the very highbrow descriptor of "YUM." My least favorite was Channing Daughters Due Uve. A pleasent surprise was Marcari's Bergen Road, which I really liked and was quite happy that it was a Long Islander.
This, of course, is all making me want to reconnect with the wine world. But, how? Bryan said something about needing help in the tasting room. That would RAWK, but it's just not possible right now. Grrr.
What a difference a week makes!
Last week about this time, I was still not feeling the best and not too happy with life in general. Well, it seems that some time off actually helps. Who knew?
I've done very little this week and I've loved it! I went shopping, slept, spent time with my husband, read, and listened to music. Among the new discoveries, I've found that:
1) My father was a very good looking man when he was young.
2) My mother is amazing. (<--- This is not new, but it's been reinforced, yet again.)
3) Levi's jeans are the best.
4) My new love of country music is tempered by an equal love of trip-hop.
5) I enjoy analyzing subtleties in films.
6) I currently have one of the best professors I've ever had.
Ok, so none of this is too ground-breaking, but it's nice to reconnect with people and interests. I've felt so isolated because of the insane workload.
Finally feeling more like myself. I realize that I've put far too much on my plate, and I just have to deal with it for a little while longer. But, lesson learned: I'm only going to take one class at a time from here on in. Two is one too many. (Even my professors think I'm crazy for taking two, so 'nuff said.)
I'm off this week, which helps tremendously. It's allowed me a little down time this weekend; I was able to just listen to music last night without trying to study/write/email at the same time. It was lovely.
I haven't posted anything in a while because there's really been nothing to post. It's all the same - work, work, and more work. I think I'm at my official limit. It's kind of weird to reach that point.
HOWEVER, today was the first day that I was on death's door after a nasty bout of the pukes, so that's kind of nice. It's also the first day to hit 50F since... since... October? Probably. And smelling dirt was AMAZING. Wow.
So, I celebrated by searching for airfares to Mexico, Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, Jamaica, etc, etc.
Nice weekend, overall. Wish it was longer, of course, but I'll take what I can. I had plenty of friend-time, which is a rare commodity.
On Friday, we went to see the Skiffle play and I got to chat with Maisy's sons' adopter. We're in-laws of sorts. Michelle told me that Maisy was dropped off at the City Mission when she was pregnant and gave birth to three kittens there. That's so sad it kills me! I'm so happy that Maisy and all three boys have found good homes. She's a doll of a cat.
On Saturday, I had breakfast at Bertha's with Carima, which was also much-needed. I loved hearing her perspective of the Egyptian turbulence; it's one thing to hear shrill pundits, but it's another to hear about it from the people that live there. Carima's been in touch with her relatives and told me what they've told her. Aside form that, it was just damn good to see Carima. After, I thought I had a massage, but I screwed up my weeks so I went to The Clothes Mentor instead and found an adorable skirt from J. Crew. (<--- weird because I seem to have lost weight and I don't know how... I dropped a full dress size since I last went shopping!) Later, I roasted veggies and made a quiche and then Paul and I watched "Celebrity Ghost Stories" which freaked me the fuck out. Ugh.
Today, I hit the gym and then made my way to Paula's for brunch with her and Julia (and Olive!). Olive's talking up a storm now and it was hilarious to listen to a 2 year old's take on life. I also got to rough-house with Blue, with which we were both quite pleased. Jules indulged Olive by reading her many books as I made snarky quips.
So, the weekend's over. Way too fast.
So because I have malaise and because I am broke and because I am already fed up with winter, I'm dreaming of chiffon dresses and New Orleans.
Paul's booking the tickets today.
And all of this pretty much means that I need this dress because I have these shoes.
I had a really busy weekend so far, and I needed the social interaction because I have been out of the loop for a while. But now, I'm tired and I have so much work to do for UB. I don't know if I can sustain this pace, but I don't see much of an option. I hate when I start to feel like this; I handle pressure pretty well, but sometimes, it really is too much. I just want to disappear for a little while but that's not realistic. I miss the days when my concerns were how quickly I could get to Mexico (6 months is the answer). I need a long vacation.
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