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Frantic is the New Normal
22/10/13 00:12Well, maybe not frantic, but busybusybusy.
The last week has been busier than I was expecting. When I got back from Iowa I dove back in to work, which has been wall-to-wall juggling balls of chaos for months. Mind, I'd rather be busy than not, but there have been stretches of flat-out crazy which are wearing. And then, mid week, I got word that a memorial gathering for my Uncle Morely (my father's twin brother) was being held on Saturday in LA. He was the last of his generation, and I wanted to be there for him and for my cousins. So way too early Avocado dropped me off at SFO on her way to the JSA Fall Congress (she won the gavel as Best Speaker. Surprise.) and I flew down to LA. Had lunch with my marvelous Aunt Julie and Uncle Carmine; then hared off to Sherman Oaks for the memoirial, which turned out to be quite lovely, just a bunch of family and friends sitting around talking about Morely and the family. Then back again to Julie and Carmine's, then back to LAX and back on a plane and off to SFO and a very expensive cab ride (Bec was still off on her own). By the time I got home Emily was very very VERY happy to see me, and more importantly, to be walked.
Sunday was Danny's birthday. And Bec was at work. And my dear![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
claireeddy and her sweetie came over (after I had given Emily an extra long drag) and stayed for dinner. I made a birthday cake. And then, a little before 10pm, the kid and I went to SFO to pick up Danny, with a sign that said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAPA". You want to get people to smile at you? Wait at the arrivals area of a major metropolitan airport with a sign like that.
So we're standing there waiting for the birthday boy when a woman walks by, looks at me, and says "Madeleine?!" Took me a second, then I realized it was the president of the trade division of our parent company, who is out for a few meetings. We giggled a little over the unlikeliness of this meeting, and parted, and finally Danny arrived. He was as amused and gratified as one could home, and went home and ate cake (vanilla with shavings of ginger, with vanilla frosting decorated with Red Hots. My husband is a simple fellow).
Busy busy work, busy busy home. At least it appears the BART strike is over.
The last week has been busier than I was expecting. When I got back from Iowa I dove back in to work, which has been wall-to-wall juggling balls of chaos for months. Mind, I'd rather be busy than not, but there have been stretches of flat-out crazy which are wearing. And then, mid week, I got word that a memorial gathering for my Uncle Morely (my father's twin brother) was being held on Saturday in LA. He was the last of his generation, and I wanted to be there for him and for my cousins. So way too early Avocado dropped me off at SFO on her way to the JSA Fall Congress (she won the gavel as Best Speaker. Surprise.) and I flew down to LA. Had lunch with my marvelous Aunt Julie and Uncle Carmine; then hared off to Sherman Oaks for the memoirial, which turned out to be quite lovely, just a bunch of family and friends sitting around talking about Morely and the family. Then back again to Julie and Carmine's, then back to LAX and back on a plane and off to SFO and a very expensive cab ride (Bec was still off on her own). By the time I got home Emily was very very VERY happy to see me, and more importantly, to be walked.
Sunday was Danny's birthday. And Bec was at work. And my dear
claireeddy and her sweetie came over (after I had given Emily an extra long drag) and stayed for dinner. I made a birthday cake. And then, a little before 10pm, the kid and I went to SFO to pick up Danny, with a sign that said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAPA". You want to get people to smile at you? Wait at the arrivals area of a major metropolitan airport with a sign like that.So we're standing there waiting for the birthday boy when a woman walks by, looks at me, and says "Madeleine?!" Took me a second, then I realized it was the president of the trade division of our parent company, who is out for a few meetings. We giggled a little over the unlikeliness of this meeting, and parted, and finally Danny arrived. He was as amused and gratified as one could home, and went home and ate cake (vanilla with shavings of ginger, with vanilla frosting decorated with Red Hots. My husband is a simple fellow).
Busy busy work, busy busy home. At least it appears the BART strike is over.