Giddyup

 

I was giddy part of today. I had this fun, fresh little email exchange that made my day. It’s so refreshing and such a rush to get a thought-inducing or thought-provoking missive when I sit dealing with contracts and numbers and stretching things here to make it go there all day. As warped as I am generally, it’s a pleasure to meet a like-minded lunatic.

 

Legal things were also leapt over today. And, I didn’t knock down the little thing-a-ma-jiggy that had to be jumped over. Ah, I’m so articulate. What do they call that thing—oh yeah, a hurdle.

 

We hired an intern today to work for the summer. Sure, he’ll be part slave to me at work, but that’s a good thing. Or at least that’s how I’m spinning it with him. He’s one of those kids you don’t see every day—bright, fresh, eager, tenacious, and by appearances, refreshingly wholesome and nice. Another bright spot. My current slave will be relieved to know some of the pressure is off.

 

Rita/Sandy/Puppy is doing well. She found a magic marker, but at least it was pink. Makes an attractive accessory to her slender, lady-like forepaw, but not so much to the carpet.

 

My good friend Chris, who can be read at www.redhogdiary.com, in case you’ve forgotten, will be coming out to California at the end of July for a few days. He wrote in his blog earlier this week that he’s looking forward to his Harley ride down Highway 1—an adventure in blogging—and is just a little afraid, I think, of what The Castro, in San Francisco, where I promised to take him, will be like. I think California will be like nothing he’s seen before. Especially the Castro. But, I’m thinking that by taking him to the local Bear Bar, I will give him a taste of something that will provide fodder for his blog. My sister is most anxious to hit the highway on the back of his bike. I on the other hand, will be content to sit on the beach and play in the sand while they go for their little ride.

 

Why do people talk on their cell phones in an elevator? Please, tell me why.

 

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. 
~ William Shakespeare

 Published on: Jun 8, 2006