My dad likes to scan and send old photos
Usually they are pretty cute but sometimes they are just sad.
Today, it was the latter:
Can I just hang out with Ryan all day? Can someone pay me to do that? Can I pay me to do that?
There is a couple who is giving away a restaurant in Santa Barbara and I would totally apply but there are already some NYC hotshots who applied and I don’t know the first thing about a restaurant. Other than that it could be really fun. And hard, but mostly fun.
Ryan and I need to work together. Our strengths are totally aligned and we work so insanely well together. This is not a newlywed talking about how she would like to hang out with her husband and cuddle all day and watch Netflix (although if someone would like to pay us to do that, I am okay with that, too) but what I’m really talking about is working—really, hard work—that we can navigate together.
I’m mulling some things around (and have some options) but what say you?
Good thoughts, good thoughts
I’m going to be reflecting on all the small good deeds Ryan and I have done over the years today. Today is the day it can all come together. I’m putting happy and positive thoughts out there.
If you have a minute, and would like to help, you can, too.
Trying to stay composed,
Friday: took Mel to the emergency vet at 10:00 pm. You know the rest of the story.$$$$$$ (He is fine for now; we need to retest in two weeks.)
Saturday: picked Mel up from the vet, and according to Herman, brought home a totally asshole foreign cat who he had definitely not been raised with and was definitely not his brother, so it was essential to hiss, growl and smack Mel for the next 48 hours. Ryan and I followed them around the house the entire time to make sure there were no casualties.
Sunday: We saw Draft Day in the super fancy theatre, where you sit in a recliner that goes allllllllll the way back and press buttons to make your peasants bring food and booze. It was all very good.
Sunday, later: started mindlessly eating a DELICIOUS sweet and wonderful watermelon (which I have a known mild allergy to—actually most fruits and vegetables) until the itching in and around my face area was unbareable and my throat started closing. This, I came to understand, is anaphylaxis and even though I had temporary laryngitis voice that was squaky and hilarious, it is not as funny today when I am still itchy and my chest is bumpy and feel like like I died and came back.
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