I'm the Shoe

Yesterday I wrote a post about how transitions make me a little bonkers and I was happy with it because it expressed my state of mind with humor and lucidity. That is until I went back to read it again and I realized it made sound like I was supposed to be on some sort of anxiety medication but had skipped it. So I deleted it, not wanting anyone to think I was a lunatic. Today, I am grabbing the bull by the horns and riding the stress of packing up my life to move to South America. There are barriers and problems to be dealt with. There are eventualities to be planned for. But it is all an elaborate game of Battleship or Risk or Monopoly. I am rolling the dice and seeing what the card I draw from Community Chest tells me to do.

I am queen of my to-do list.

My good humor and even temper impress everyone who come in contact with me.

Well let's not get carried away.

Hammer

My pal Elliott has his very own show in an art museum.

Hope springs

From the NY Times today:

"Fifty percent said Democrats came closer than Republicans to sharing their moral values, compared with 37 percent who said Republicans shared their values."

Probably too early to get really excited, but its certainly optimistic.

Big To Do's

So. I'm moving to Ecuador in six weeks. That's what's happening. If everything goes according to plan (and in this process there have been lots of things that have already not gone accordingly) I will be joining the Peace Corps.

It's very very cool. Because this has been in the works for months and now it seems that it might be happening. Barring unforeseen circumstances, that is. I can't help but add the disclaimer.

Today found me at home, watching The Adams Family and Adams Family Values, marvelling at how much, I love, just love Raul Julia and Angelica Huston because they are both just so attractive. I explained to this a friend on the phone and he kindly observed that I really just needed to get laid.

Indeed.