So for the next week, I will be gone. I am getting on a plane and fleeing the East Coast. I don’t have to go to work, but they are paying me anyway, as if I am there. I am not bringing my laptop with me and will not be making an inane daily public declaration on this website. I will not set an alarm, though my biorhythms are so tuned I’ll wake up at 5:30am anyway. I will not engage in purposeful exercise and will eat ice cream for breakfast if I feel like it. I will not go through Monday wishing it was Friday. It’s this crazy thing called a vacation.
First, to San Francisco, to finally check out this place out. Then, to Phoenix, to watch my sister graduate with a Masters of Social Work.
(Laurie, I am so proud of you. You excel at everything you do and I’ve always looked up to you for that. I remember playing softball at the ARA fields, and we were on the same team and you batted cleanup every game. You were number 4, I was number 11, you played infield, I played center field… but I didn’t care how much I sucked because my older sister was the best player on the team. I remember Orchestra, when you were First Chair and Miss D’uloise or however her name was spelled talked about how talented you were on violin, and I meanwhile I was struggling to make non-irritating noises out of my viola… but I didn’t care, because my sister played like an angel. And now you are graduating, making me the least educated person in the family, but I don’t care because I am so proud that my sister has her Masters Degree.)
