Don’t cry for me New Orleans
The last 24 hours have felt like a mudslide – we were doing the final push to get the house ready to rent and I was setting up the “pop up kid’s room” or tent up in my old office for Tin when I fell on it and broke it. What are you going to do for goodness sakes? Meanwhile, my first real client for Greenlight Global Research just got real-er if that is possible and wow, let ms just say. Then the Re-Bridge gala is this Friday and I have received 101 phone calls about this and that and I have a larger than life portrait of the Bubbles for the Bridges invite sitting by the front door scaring away the nutria. The twilight turtle saved our lives – that is all I have to say.
And well, let me just say this about that, someone said to me today that wow, this all sounds like a major transition and I said yeah you right, but it is a far cry from the hell I was living before – there is nothing like creating your own world and inhabiting it – so what if it all comes at you like aufruf at a bat mitzvah (if you don’t get it, that is everyone throwing candy at you after you successfully are called up to read from the Torah).
Yep, it’s all good, but it’s all now! Yikes!
