Well, haven’t I just been Ms. Whiny McCrankypants lately? That’s a shame, since there are such good things happening in my life. I really must learn to get over myself.
The weather this week has been absolutely stunning: nothing but blue skies and balmy temperatures. Spring is sproinging! I only had one day off last weekend, but I get this Friday off, and I intend to wring every last moment of goodness out of it. My dad and stepmom arrive in just over a week for a visit. I can’t wait to see them!
Last Saturday, my dear MSG hosted a dinner party for a few of my friends. It was a ravishing success. The menu, all created or acquired by him:
I folded 32 origami swans, pictured at right, for decorations. This was much more difficult than I imagined, but very enjoyable once I got the hang of it, almost meditative.
I have taken to riding the bus home from the ferry terminal instead of the subway. It’s less crowded, but definitely more interactive. Last night, a gentleman was singing tonelessly to the passengers around him. As some teenagers laughed and made fun of him, he told them that it was his third day of being off crack, and if he could bring laughter to their lives then he was doing all right. Indeed.