Dec 03 2003
Updates
Updates:
1. Thanks to the incomparable Candi’s brilliant husband Brian, my email has seen the error of its ways and is now behaving itself. I don’t think it’s going to dare to step out of line anytime soon. Brian is not only a total sweetheart, but an efficient genius. I’m writing him in for President.
2. Thanksgiving was great. All the California family was together, and Dad’s best friend, Colin W. It was Colin’s first Thanksgiving ever – he lives in a little village in Devon, England – and it was a real pleasure to have him share it with us. I had cleverly ordered the entire thing (turkey; garlic mashed potatoes; green beans with shallots; herbed stuffing; cranberry relish; pumpkin pie) from Whole Foods, so all I had to do was heat it up in the containers in which they arrived and make my world-famous cheese biscuits (if I could figure out a way to sell them, I’d be a millionaire, if not idle rich). This pretty much eliminated all stress, other than having two & 1/2 (the 1/2 being a 2 & 1/2 year old) extra people show up unexpectedly just as we were sitting down, but there was more than enough to go around and a good time was had by all.
3. Was very busy being Tour Guide Suzy with Colin all last week. It was his first visit to San Francisco, so I wanted to make sure he had a good time. Tour included Hyde Street Pier and its historic ships; riding the cable car; Ocean Beach with its wild waves and birds (Colin is a keen bird watcher); the Legion of Honor; the newly re-opened Conservatory of Flowers in Golden Gate Park; and the Asian Art Museum. Not to mention Swan Oyster Depot, Le Petit Robert, and Victor’s. I’m getting pretty good at this. If you’re ever in SF, let me know and I’ll be Tour Guide Suzy for you, too.
4. Broke up with the hell job. The relationship wasn’t good for either of us, so I didn’t see any point in dragging it out. The hell job deserves someone who loves it back, just like the rest of us. Sobbed like a girl, though.
5. Being unemployed again and unwell this week has freed me up to catch up on all of this season’s Gilmore Girls to date and to start on the Herculean task of writing Christmas cards. Decided that it makes the most sense to divide them geographically so am tackling the non-US ones first. Between my friends and the ones I inherited from Dad, there are around 70. Yikes!
And I feel that it’s important to actually write something in each one intended for that particular person, rather than just signing my name or, worse yet, including one of those generic letters which are mostly excuses to brag about the accomplishments of children and/or grandchildren (notice how they’ll always include how little Jimmy got into Harvard, but fail to mention his crack problem). I may be chintzy enough to get a pre-cooked Thanksgiving dinner, but at least my Christmas cards are personal. I mean, you have to draw the line somewhere.