What a title but.
Friday I worked from home. I shut off all phones and devices, let my boss and one other key contact know how to get hold of me, and just focused. It was great. Until around 10 pm when I then I checked email and realized I had stood a friend up for lunch.
Duh. I don’t do that often… in fact I don’t remember ABANDONING someone at a restaurant before like… EVER. Anyways I am still embarassed about it.
Kind of took the glow off my Cool Time Management Skilz, you know?
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However work is going well and I have now hired about 5 writers I like and I am feeling better about having some good material beyond the main stuff.
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Today I went to an open house for a spectacular house (look at the multimedia pictures). We cannot afford said house, but it is quite simply one of the most unique homes I’ve ever seen, and if I had no kids and a million dollars, I’d be in negotiation right now. Carl and Noah and I went to see it in person and it was way better than the pictures. Every nook of it had a delight. The banister had carvings to be like an oak tree, with acorns, and a tiny bird’s nest with eggs. There were hand carved statues in the loft: an owl and a squirrel. The ceiling in the kitchen was hand painted between the beams. Everywhere you looked, everywhere you sat, it all had this artistry and care about it, and it produced a unified whole that really worked in this very profound way.
I need to bring a little of that into our house. I like our house just fine, for sure. But the thing is… when Carl and I renoved our old house, and particularly the parts we did before Emily’s birth, we really put ourselves into bits of it. But then with all the grief and upheaval, in this house we sort of picked a fairly bland palette, and went to Ikea, and have made things nice but not unique. Maybe it’s time to do a bit of that again. Slowly.
