He emailed me...and I so don't care

Ick. Ack. Argh. Its been an entire week and I've nothing to say. Partly I supose because I've been working like a mad woman. Fundraising during a recession (thats right, I said the "r" word, is hard work indeed.) And partly because A. has been home at nights all week so my attention has been eslewhere. But mostly its because nothing all that exciting has gone on this week. Considering what the rest of this month has been like, I should count my blessings.

I did get an email from an old boyfriend. The first boyfriend, first love, first man who broke my heart. When he dumped me I thought I'd not actually be able to go on. I cried for hours on end, didn't sleep, wandered around my college apartment at night, hoping I'd hear him knocking on my door. But he never did and we went out separate ways. Now he sells artisanal cheese in Brooklyn. huh. I write too many posts about cheese.

A good tomato sandwich

The priest at my grandmother's funeral kept going on and on about tomato sandwiches. For two weeks now, I've been thinking it must be a metaphor that I haven't figured out. The key, she said, as my grandmother knew, was to put the salt and pepper on the mayo, not on the tomato. If you put season the tomato, it all just slides right off. Now I think there was no metaphor. She meant exactly what she said: "A good tomato sandwich is a blessing indeed."

Will acupuncture cure my split-ends?

"Lady you have problem." That's what the unbelievably old Chinese man said to be as he was about to stick current conducting acupuncture needles into my back. "You got big problem."


And yeah, I did. The 16 hour combined sit-fest of last weeks funeral services back in SC (5 flight, 10 hours in the car, 1 in the airport, yeesh) did something very very wrong to my back. I kept thinking it would get better. It thought otherwise and got worse. So much so that by the end of most of the work days last week, I practically had to limp home.


After much berating from A. I finally agreed to go get a massage at the cheapie place up the street. A benefit you see, to living so close to Korea-town. But there weren't any massages on Saturdays the surly receptionist told me. Monday-Friday. "Is there anything else that might help me?" I oh-so-naively ask.


As a matter of fact there was. Acupuncture, electricized. "But it's going to hurt," the receptionist tells me. I think she's smirking at me so I boldy say "No Problem!" A. swears to me that she wasn't smirking, but he was clearly mistaken. The woman had it in for me. Anyway...


So there I am, stomach down on an old mat, curtained off from a bustling Saturday market with this old man sticking electrical needles into my back. "How did this happen?" I think to myself. He inserts them all and they zip and zap at me and create the oddest senation of relaxation and pain. I lay there , on my stomach, pants partly pulled down, thinking things like "Am I wearing a thong? I hope I'm not wearing a thong" and "I wonder if the bottom of my socks are clean?"


Fifteen minutes pass and he takes them out and here's the thing. It worked. Like a freakin' miracle it worked. My back is back thank you very much. So much so I've spent the last 2 days trying to come up with other reasons to go visit the acupuncturist. Cramps? Arthritis? Acne? Split-ends? Do you think he can do anything about my split ends?

Just do it already

Why is it that when you come up with a fabulus new idea, you then DON'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT? What's up with procastination anyway? I suspect it has something to do with fear. Most things do, but it seems so silly and irrational to stand in your own way. I suppose instead of writing this I could just go on and do what it is that I'm not wanting to do. But maybe I'll just do the dishes instead. Or hey, a cup of tea would be nice...

Be Happy Today

BE HAPPY TODAY!

Little Man, In All His Glory

It's been getting awfully gloomy round here in blogland. Well, in my blog land anyway. So I'm putting up a picture of the cutest damn dog in the world and deciding to be a bit cheerier.

Steps

And the world keeps going round. As I watch another friend struggle with the suddeness of disease and how unfair it is to watch one's child suffer, I wonder at all that we can ever just be here now. That we can really let such horror in. But she does, because she is my strongest friend. And perhaps my truest. So now I will sit in awe of the power of people to overcome even the most debilitating of circumstances and celebrate each wee step towards recovery.

Photo credit: Tods