|Reaching a deadline|
Outside of work, I've been busier than usual, so the blog gets pushed to the back burner. This weekend was the first in a while in which we weren't traveling or caught up with other events and we did all kinds of exemplary weekend-y things. (Have you noticed how weekends have become a competitive sport?) Friday night, Jon and I went to Bang, the restaurant of forty martinis. We haven't been there in ages and it was nice to revisit some of my favorite tapas and savor a Pink Flamingo martini.
Saturday morning, in the manner of a healthy living blogger, I ran to the farmer's market. I didn't buy anything, but stopped by my Mad Hatter friends' booth. I'm a bit soured on the Charlottesville farmer's market and I'm thinking of switching to Waynesboro's. Later, I painted the walls in the front hall. After all my griping about how gray was too cold and "interrogation room" I ended up choosing gray paint anyway. (Sherwin Williams "pediment.") Forgive me for being fickle!
It's not done. Oh, no, not even close.
I painted as high as I could reach with this ladder set up, which wasn't quite high enough. Jon was very cross about this, as I snuck the ladder into the house through the back door when he wasn't looking. As far as he is concerned, we could have left the hall alone, saved ourselves a lot of trouble, and everything would be fine. As far as I'm concerned, everything would NOT be fine because everything would still be ORANGE.
|This is why we paint the hall only once every 15 years|
Saturday night we went to the new Crozet Pizza Pourhouse with ER friends. We were in a celebratory mood because earlier that day Jon gave the keynote address at Aircare's annual Education Day. He had been preparing for months, so it was a relief to have delivered a successful speech. Aircare provides helicopter transport and emergency medical services for critically ill and injured in the Shenandoah Valley and West Virginia.
The big news is that I'm leaving for Cape Town on Friday. I can't wait to see Brigid! I'm going alone because Jon didn't feel he could get away from work, and the kids have exams and such. I admit, it's scary to travel so far on my own. I'm a little embarrassed because it's such a self-indulgent trip; conspicuous consumption and all that, plus abandoning my work colleagues when there is so much to be done. On the other hand, in ten year's time, would I regret taking the opportunity to visit my daughter or would I regret sticking around in my cube to work?
Brigid took this photo in Cape Town.