photo credit: Olga Díez (Caliope)
I know, I know, I know. I have been remiss. The blog gods are angry. And all I feel is … ashamed.
For one thing, I said yes to too many things. And if unemployment has taught me anything (and, yes, it’s taught me a lot) it is that LIFE IS PRECIOUS. And I don’t mean baby-in-your-tummy life, I mean, life outside of work.
I helped a friend move yesterday, and holy shit, I am tired. Moving is grueling work! And, actually, she had movers, two guys in their twenties who showed up with a ginormous old-school blue van and orchestrated the heavy lifting and couch maneuvering. (Despite my numerous talents, I have never been good at spatial relations, and the way they managed to get a table through a doorway, or a couch into an elevator, failed not to amaze me.)
When L. and I met the fellows, they mentioned, I believe rather cavalierly, that she had brought along her “strongest friend.” Not being one who wants to seem weak or too girly to hustle, too focused on my mani-pedi to get down and possibly dirty, that brought out my competitive nature. I was determined to prove them right—I am, indeed, L.’s strongest friend!
