Michael turned 48 today. He doesn't look a day over 39. We won't mention here how he acts. Suffice it to say I bought him an easy-to-catch ball. Oona killed it in minutes.
Michaels' surfing buddy Peter came down to Santa Cruz for the big celebration, which was going to be a night out dancing but turned into an early night of sleeping. But I digress. Peter has a new girlfriend, Julia, and she is really great. They met -- get this -- at the Irwin Memorial Blood Bank. She is a nurse there and he donates fairly regularly. (Pete is a good guy that way.) So he's filling out the form and he has to disclose any injuries in the past 6 months, or whatever. And so he has to tell them about the shark attack.
Of course, this drew a great deal of attention, there at the blood bank, so his nurse had to take him into a private office. Julia's first line for him: "I'll show you my scar if you show me yours." (Apparently, she was not in fact bitten by a shark. However, she was once married, so perhaps that qualifies.) Anyway, they are adorable together and it was great fun to see P so happy.
Me? I'm pretty blissed out. I just bought an airline ticket to Kauai, where I've been wanting to visit for years. At the moment I'm going solo, but there's a good chance the New Guy will join me out there for a few days. Either way, I'm snorkeling, and getting a tan. (OK, disclaimer. I don't actually tan. But I toast up a bit before I crisp.)
Really, the only thing that would make me any happier is if, after my vacation, I came home to some new art. There are two pieces -- a woodcut and an intaglio -- that I have my eye on at the Tinhorn Gallery, which is apparently the only place I buy art. Perhaps that's because it's the only place I can afford to buy art.
It's raining softly and steadily here in SF tonight, as it has been for days. The skiing is, I'm sure, great. Friends are going to the Claire Tappan Lodge this weekend in the Sierras for some hut-to-hut cross-country skiing. I want to go, too, but I have to move my office and otherwise adjust to the changing circumstances of my life. It's going to be very sad to leave Huntsman. It's been a happy 3 years there, among the architects, and I have made some dear friends. At least I can try not to come in dead last in this year's Oscar contest.
My love affair with my new vaccuum clearner continues. Today I cleaned my baseboards. It was great. I also vaccuumed my couches, mattress, and pillows. I'm sure there is more to do. Too bad it doesn't have an auto-retract cord.
Finally, I am going to start reading the newspaper again. My 4 month hiatus is finally taking a toll. I have gotten stupid and self-centered. I suppose it was just a matter of time.
Chin up, and all my best,
Judy
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