Friday, July 14
Hazy and hot
Which shouldn’t really have any meaning to me, except that was the day, many years ago, when I quit one of my least favorite jobs, and every year on Bastille Day, I’m glad I did.
Every time more bad news comes on about Barbaro, I cry. I want him to survive. He’s come so far! But horses are extremely delicate creatures, in spite of their size. I hope the doctors don’t give up on him too early.
I disagree with:
--the theory that if a woman is polite, she can’t be assertive. I think you can stand up for yourself and not be horrible. I don’t always achieve that, but I do think it’s possible. I usually fail on the politeness part of the equation.
--the theory that if you’re polite, you’re a hypocrite. There are many genuine hypocrites who pretend to be polite. However, one can be polite and not be hypocritical. It just takes a bit more work sometimes.
A colleague of mine is going through a break-up with her partner of 25 years. Few of us in the circle of friends and acquaintances liked him – he is an arrogant, narcissistic man who thought she should put his career before hers – and he only has about one eighth of her talent. Typical. Still, I’m a little shocked at how many people have told her how glad they are about the break up.
She asked me for my opinion in this, and my response (nothing like being put on the spot) was, “No, I didn’t like him much; nor did I like the way he treated you. However, breaking up always sucks, and I’m sorry you two have to go through it.”
Probably not the best answer, but it was the best I could come up with at the time and not lie.
What else is going to suck is trying to get to the city and back out here before noon, only to fight the Hampton-crazed traffic to acupuncture and back this afternoon. I can’t really understand why a bunch of shallow, pretentious people spend their Friday afternoons and Sunday evenings stuck in traffic so that they can get drunk on the beach and have sex with people they can’t stand when they’re all in the city. Oh, yeah, because they’re shallow and pretentious.
The East End of Long Island is beautiful in the off-season and there are some really great people who live there year-round, but you’d have to pay me A LOT of money to go there in the summer. Almost as much as you’d have to pay me to get me to work in LA.
When it comes to the Hamptons, I am not polite at all.
I want to re-read what I’ve got so far on The Fix-It Girl, too, this weekend. I need to get back into the groove of it. I want to finish the first draft before this year’s NaNo.
I’m trying to decide between Amadeus Doe and Treasure’s Hunt as my NaNo for this year. I’ll just see which one pulls me harder in October, when it’s time to sign up again.
I must be nuts to do it again.
Well, that was no stretch, was it?
Don’t forget to hop over to join Day 5 of Home Om on Kemmyrk.
Oh, joy! I found Margaret Lane’s biography of Beatrix Potter on my shelf. I thought it was in storage! And it’s not! Happy Day!
Of course, I dreamed about bunnies wearing mufflers checking books out of the library, but that's the price you pay for reading her biography before bedtime.
Off to the early train.