So Much to Do

I’m seeing that this could become my accountability blog. Let’s see. I last saw Lewis just before he got on his flight to Melbourne and I my redeye to Chicago and on to Albany. He got on the plane in his snuggly pod, only to have the slight hitch that the plane was delayed 2 hrs due to faulty navigation equipment. The TSA didn’t want to let them off the plane, as it was an international flight, so the airline, rather wisely, elected to give them dinner as they waited on the ground.

Meanwhile, my plane boarded on time, and we flew uneventfully to Chicago. Lewis and I had eaten copious amounts of Mexican food, including stuffed poblanos and the New Mexico version of pulled pork, so I didn’t worry about eating. I slept again on the plane to Albany. I tuned into the force and found the car, which my beloved coyote had left in the parallel universe that is airport parking, and hit the road, getting as far as the nail salon. I had found the nail salon when I went to be fingerprinted, and found an interesting parallel between having someone twist your fingers on an ink pad and someone twist them while applying a full gel set. I needed new polish and a fill, so I did that, then attended to errands and hit the road! I hadn’t had breakfast, so I stopped just this side of Bennington at Papa Petes, “Last diner for 20 miles,” and had DELICIOUS eggs Florentine with sweet potato fries. I’d like to maintain my bikini-ready figure so perhaps that better be the only meal I eat today.

Meanwhile, I heard from our dear friend (and wedding officiant!) Peter Blum that his ex-wife Merrily had died. Peter Blum has very kindly offered to take me with him at the end of February to assist at a workshop in LA at the Hypnosis Conference, and he was letting me know that we would need to get back early for Merrily’s memorial. She was an amazing artist, who never got to have a show, so the children have planned an art show and memorial for Sunday.

On that sad note, I arrived home, to our VERY SILENT apartment. I am determined to work as hard as Lewis does, so am committed to keeping up with the tasks at hand at least until 5pm tonight (we’ll call the nails a long lunch). Tomorrow starts early! Back to the gym! I am convinced that the weight we bear is not about food and exercise but also about eating just the right amount to maintain our desirable level of anxiety. Some people like more anxiety than others, so it stands to reason that they eat fewer simple carbs. Others can’t stand any so they eat a lot of carbs. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. So the trick is, to learn to live with a little more anxiety, which in my mind means a little more uncertainty. I have to make peace with uncertainty. And there you have it.