\n\u201cHe\u2019s on vacation.\u201d <\/em>
\nHow convenient for him.
\n\u201cIs there anyone else you can call to help?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
I\u2019ll spare you the details (you have my son Brendan to thank for that. I wrote down all the details, including the part where it went from a one-week to a one-day deadline, but when I asked him what he thought he said, \u201cMom, I don\u2019t think you should put that on your blog.\u201d I still have a lot to learn about blogging.) Suffice it to say I just spent the better part of the day doing a job that I should never have accepted, and extricating myself from continuing it well into next week.<\/p>\n
Why don\u2019t I listen to my inner gatekeeper when she screams \u201cNO! You have other much more fun stuff to do!!\u201d ? Other people can say \u201cLook, this is your mess, not mine. No thanks.\u201d All I manage to say is, \u201cIsn\u2019t there anyone else you can call?\u201d I have an exciting article to write about the Deep Horizon oil spill. And in the story I’m writing, I’m just at the part where the woman is about to tell her husband that she\u2019ll have to have an eye operation. All this took the backseat so I could play linguistic roto-rooter? What, am I crazy?<\/p>\n
I should do a better job of channeling Nancy Reagan.<\/p>\n
Speaking of drugs, just last night during dinner we were listening to Hotel California.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever happened to the Eagles?\u201d<\/em> I ask. Phew. Check that one off the list.<\/p>\n I had a pleasant surprise while grocery shopping the other day. This potato. How long had it been sitting there and no one else snapped it up? I felt warm and fuzzy all the way to the checkout. I don\u2019t buy potatoes very often, but I was planning to make carrot soup that day. The last time I made carrot soup, it looked vaguely puke-like. I was thinking that adding a potato or two would help with the smoothness factor. (I forgot to add the potato, of course, when I made the soup. But it turned out fine this time.)<\/p>\n I love life\u2019s little surprises. Carrot soup that is smooth and tastes delicious. Potatoes that say \u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Will I never learn? It\u2019s happened again. Someone I\u2019ve never met who is now working for my ex-boss has an Important Document that needs to be translated, it\u2019s grippingly interesting, really, there\u2019s just this one thing\u2026 it\u2019s a tome with … Continue reading
\nBrendan tells me the band still exists, but isn\u2019t any good any more.
\n\u201cThey probably did too many drugs,\u201d<\/em> I say.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what Hotel California\u2019s about, I think,\u201d<\/em> says Brendan.
\n\u201cAll rock bands do too many drugs,\u201d<\/em> says Luc, definitively. I wonder how he knew that. \u201cThat\u2019s why I\u2019m not going to join a rock band.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/lh4.googleusercontent.com\/-7zhBP6N_TKU\/TXFc-TrtrJI\/AAAAAAAAAg0\/wAmeRyJnRzY\/s1600\/IMG_2488.JPG\")
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