Life is (Very) Good

Busy.  Feels good to be so, crossing off lists and spending with abandon, in hopes of building a sanctuary on Bissett Lake.  Even the name brings you back.  Bedford Avenue and a scowling face now gone, but repeated in the condo driving by the parked car at elevator.  Maplewood a reminder of suburbia, the life you always fled, now coming home to the familiar.  The magic of the clearance deals, the fun in what fits, the calm in the confidence of good construction.  Someday it falls apart, but when you buy, nice if it is not a large plot of land that what is on it seems top-scale and built to last.

Many people I’m hoping to have around this table as the baby is born and the writing begins anew.  How to remember these moments before THE moment, other than in pictures and emails… the CIB miron madness, GHG reserve, incremental replacement ADC, hydrogen, E1, GRA, etc.

I just made a wish and my agents made it happen, she says.  Nice one.  

I never thought I would date a 34 year old who wears wigs.  I never thought I would agonize about the purchase of a kid yet to be born, and opt for the more expensive option.  Two bottles of wine extra in the hopes the return is at least that in the hours of sleep with the koalas.

“Hang out with him,” as the best advice.  Sounds good.