The Anecdotal Life Part. 93
Since I was missing Blog no. 93 for some frail and obscure reason, I am tucking it in now. I have a sliver of time between Census runs and Mother's Day happy appointments so it's "grab it and run" for the computer. Hopefully, I can make some sense given the "diffugleties" as gramps used to say.
Yesterday afternoon I climbed into my best secondhand store dress...an original Ralph Lauren , no less, for $37.00, no more. I frequent only the very best second hand stores mind you. Then I took off over the Bay Bridge in gale force winds. The intrepid bride and groom chose to duke it out with the elements by remaining with the plan to be married facing the Chesapeake and even though it nearly blew the little bride away...I don't think she -or he noticed. It helped to remember she was a fiercesome soccer player. The bridesmaid was one big goose bump, but bore a beatific and determined "this is my very best friend" look on her face as she stood or sat like a soldier in front of me. Why was I up front like that? Obtuse as usual, I had wandered into the Mahoney family enclave and was swept up into their row before I realized what was going on. If you knew this dynamic bunch you'd understand being swept up by them. Just try not being swept up by them. I was the only one wearing a hat or spring white coat but you see, I had been in the Marina next to the Chesapeake Bay Beach Club and knew it's predilection for receiving driving and overwhelming winds.
The cake was a triumph of little boat decorations and there was enough booze flowing to knock down the Irish contingent if they had wished. The Pennsylvania crowd was the group to sit and talk to if you wanted comfort and sensibility. They are so incredibly genuine. Still, I had my best three conversations with the peripatetic Irish as they schmoozed and charmed those seated. One with a struggling fellow artist trying to break into the New York musical world, who was so completely and blissfully happy with the whole business , the city, his friends and all, so much that I could only be happy with and for him and say, in so many words, "Go for it". I simply understood.
The other conversation was with "a person of interest" in the financial world. I don't mean any nefarious reference by that , just that he was more thoughtful than I expected and I would have liked to have had the time to debate his statement that " in the end what do we have but family and values?" . I agreed, but inwardly I knew it wasn't enough for me. One thing my counselor in therapy had said was, " Do you realize how much you are for the underdog?" After this first week of the Census job, I still am. My summation would have gone ," in the end what do we have but family, values and the satisfaction that we have truly helped the world in some measure."
My third conversation was with one of the most beautiful women that Ohio can boast of. Besides that she has the big heart to go with it. She makes me smile just being around her.
I had some of the best Mahi-Mahi I've ever had , but missed eating a piece of the cake. I was having a post Census ,exhaustion crash and needed to get home. I left so many wonderful and dear connections behind. That is always the hardest part.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE CHILDREN OF GREAT MOTHERS AND THOSE MOTHERS THEMSELVES.
Copyright: May 9, 2010.
Yesterday afternoon I climbed into my best secondhand store dress...an original Ralph Lauren , no less, for $37.00, no more. I frequent only the very best second hand stores mind you. Then I took off over the Bay Bridge in gale force winds. The intrepid bride and groom chose to duke it out with the elements by remaining with the plan to be married facing the Chesapeake and even though it nearly blew the little bride away...I don't think she -or he noticed. It helped to remember she was a fiercesome soccer player. The bridesmaid was one big goose bump, but bore a beatific and determined "this is my very best friend" look on her face as she stood or sat like a soldier in front of me. Why was I up front like that? Obtuse as usual, I had wandered into the Mahoney family enclave and was swept up into their row before I realized what was going on. If you knew this dynamic bunch you'd understand being swept up by them. Just try not being swept up by them. I was the only one wearing a hat or spring white coat but you see, I had been in the Marina next to the Chesapeake Bay Beach Club and knew it's predilection for receiving driving and overwhelming winds.
The cake was a triumph of little boat decorations and there was enough booze flowing to knock down the Irish contingent if they had wished. The Pennsylvania crowd was the group to sit and talk to if you wanted comfort and sensibility. They are so incredibly genuine. Still, I had my best three conversations with the peripatetic Irish as they schmoozed and charmed those seated. One with a struggling fellow artist trying to break into the New York musical world, who was so completely and blissfully happy with the whole business , the city, his friends and all, so much that I could only be happy with and for him and say, in so many words, "Go for it". I simply understood.
The other conversation was with "a person of interest" in the financial world. I don't mean any nefarious reference by that , just that he was more thoughtful than I expected and I would have liked to have had the time to debate his statement that " in the end what do we have but family and values?" . I agreed, but inwardly I knew it wasn't enough for me. One thing my counselor in therapy had said was, " Do you realize how much you are for the underdog?" After this first week of the Census job, I still am. My summation would have gone ," in the end what do we have but family, values and the satisfaction that we have truly helped the world in some measure."
My third conversation was with one of the most beautiful women that Ohio can boast of. Besides that she has the big heart to go with it. She makes me smile just being around her.
I had some of the best Mahi-Mahi I've ever had , but missed eating a piece of the cake. I was having a post Census ,exhaustion crash and needed to get home. I left so many wonderful and dear connections behind. That is always the hardest part.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE CHILDREN OF GREAT MOTHERS AND THOSE MOTHERS THEMSELVES.
Copyright: May 9, 2010.
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