I get it. Really.

Hey JT, in NYC,

[Mid-life crisis] I get it. Really get it.
The other day this guy insulted the needle books that I'm trying to sell on ETSY (Ugh. Long story.) Suggested that I'd sell them for, what?, $5.00 each. I'm thinking +$30.

Then a b*tchmom at ballet asked me if my GRANDDAUGHTER was in the class. I looked pretty damn hep that day too. She was sloppy & preggo but I wasn't going to be so classless as to ask her when she was due. Then, when she found out that darling M is my DAUGHTER she crassly said, "So, tell me about M. What's THAT on her head?" Young idiot.

At a party for the Chinese New Year every single conversation descended into yet another laundry list of C's heath issues. I kept excusing myself, finally just waiting in the car, big day the next day.

On Thursday, coming home from the hospital with C, I saw a huge billboard advertising Blue Oyster Cult! They are playing Wendover, NV. I am NO fan of BOC, nor Wendover, but suddenly it seemed like a great idea. Just get me outta here!

The 40's are rough. That feeling of relentlessly putting one foot in front of the other is wearing on the bones and soul. Greatness though, is wasted on the young and also not exclusively theirs. Keep writing. Keep loving. Keep moving forward. 

xoxo
H
Glad you liked the card. Would have liked to see you more while in UT.

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It is nifty to be able to post onto this blog from my phone... but perhaps irresponsible to do so in a sleepy stupor. My allergies (to 2 adorable kittens in our garage and really all over our house via children who snuggle with kittens while wearing pajamas, the children, not the kittens) are killing me. I'm taking all sorts of meds suggested by Dr. V. Johnson, some that might make me extra tired and! C just about killed me by doing something spontaneously funny, which kicked my asthma on via a laughing fit. All that on top of an exciting CLOSING night of K in Annie! Wow.

What I was trying to say is:
Happiness is a pair of warm knee-hi's that stay up.

K, the VERY beautiful and very bald was brilliant. Closing night was bittersweet since a lot of bugs had been worked out. It seemed that at times the pianist dragged, which K said was the case. Great cast. So motivated and happy! Lovely director.