Running for the Congo Women early in the morning, spending the rest of the day cleaning. The nocuous living conditions here must end. The place has fallen to ruin, undeterred by the Easter break I’ve been on since Thursday. I haven’t done a thing around here, and surprisingly neither have my temp housemates. What’s up with that?
The term is winding down. I’m tired, exhausted really. I’m heading to Miami next weekend for a conference. I hope to catch up with my mother after that, she’ll be on the gulf side somewhere
playing a golf tournament with 7 of her friends. That’s another “what’s up with”. My mother only started playing golf a year ago, she always played tennis but never really was much of a golfer, now she is going to play a four day “tournament” with 7 other women? She suggested I fly or drive over on her dime after the conference for a couple days, she’ll fly in early and we could have a couple of days together, getting massages and facials. She might even buy me a twin set, (see I’m Not That Kind Of Girl circa 3/07), if I’m good. ;)
I’m considering the offer, and may give in. A couple of good massages might get me through the rest of the term, and it’s not like all my work is not already in volumes on my laptop. I’m sure I’ll come up with several different ways to justify this one. I’m so happy not to be asked to justify not celebrating a religious holiday of a religion I don’t practice that my justification mojo is going to be much stronger.
I’m heading to the coast early Sunday morning with a few friends. We’re going to eat at a restaurant a friend recently helped open, and where he currently tends bar. We’ll eat late and proceed to close the bar, which will require him drive us back to our hotel. Don’t think for a minute this won’t be fun, it will. Don’t be disappointed. I’m only human after all, and though not a drinker routinely, in the company of good friends, and hopefully good food of the vegetable variety, all things are go.
Here’s wishing you all a soporific feast and good gin this weekend. Please do not talk politics or religion with your family, or at your friends bar. It makes for excessive rage, and you know what they say.
Immodica ira creat insaniam.
peace
