the last meal, except not really

I just finished lunch with friends I probably won't see in a long time.
They make my heart happy and I'm so glad I know them. So it's sad to say goodbye, but we do it so often it's okay. And it's always just until next time.

Now let's talk about the sandwich I ate.
It's basically thanksgiving on a bun minus the pie.
Turkey, not slimy deli style. Not a solid piece that feels like chewing a steak. But flaky wonderness. And then stuffing (on.a.sandwich.I.know) and cranberry sauce and mayonnaise and celery and I don't even know but man.... 

That's all.

What's the problem?

Facetime with the nugget.

Me: I miss you!
Lou: *looks confused* Mamma komma dörren, hitta Louisa!

(Mommy come door, find Louisa!)

Like, what's the problem?
If you miss me, come find me.
I'm on the other side of the door.

Every goddam time

Massage therapist: is there any area in particular you’d like me to focus on?

Me: Yes. Neck, shoulders and back. Please.

Massage therapist: you got it!

I proceed to lay on the table and the massage therapist does his/her regular routine.
Back, arm, other arm, leg, other leg, little on the feet, flip over, more leg, other leg, shoulders neck.

Like a dance they could do in their sleep.
Some do a little on the hands, the guy today pulled my fingers (in a professional way) some avoid the glutes, some work them.

But you can tell, they do their thing. Asking about my particular areas of preferred focus is really just part of the routine.
They’re still going to do their thing.

I’d so gladly trade the calf work for more shoulder work. But that's not part of the deal. 

Last week

We got one more week. And since we haven't gotten everything done, it looks like I'll have to keep flying back and forth like some kind of rock star. Which sucks cause I don't have rock star money.

But it'll be good to come back to normal. Now that everything is negotiable, Lou tries to negotiate everything. Spoiled by grandma and grandpa is great, but being pushed around by other kids is also really important.

For me it'll be good to finally get back into my own office. Working from home, or your friend's ski town office, is great cause you don't have to shower or get dressed (right now I'm long underwear and fleece) to get to work. But the time difference and not being able to see or talk to anyone you work with is getting old.

Anyways, this last week I'm going to eat a lot of ranch dressing, huckleberry everything, bagels, pretzels and coffee creamer. Then I'll be ready for real coffee, cheese in a tube and bread that's not actually cake.

Still here

It's like half vacation, half work, half business as usual.
Like we never left.
And also like we definitely left.

Enjoying cheap eats, skiing, super bowl Sunday is this weekend.
Missing the routine we'd finally established.

It's nice to have a car. We went from three cars, to none, to one. The old Subaru. Lou hates it. Any chance to jump in another rig, she takes.
Grandma's car!
Farfar's truck!
Don't make me go in daddy's rusty old thing...

I feel ya kiddo. I don't like it either. But it gets us around.

I'm working out of the Wallace coffee shop. Which means I have to get good coffee and a bagel since I'm using their premises. Or, you know. I have to buy something and then I might as well buy something I want. Since it's Wallace you have the option of spiking your coffee anyway you feel appropriate. But since it's 7:30 am I feel only vanilla syrup is appropriate.

In order to plug my computer into the power outlet, I have to sit so that my screen faces the door. So when people who don't give two shits about me or what's on my screen walk in to get their coffee, they could potentially see that I have facebook open. This bothers me a little bit since I am really trying to pull off the professional look, but the music is loud and I can't hear when people walk in so while I'm looking super focused, they could see that I'm on social media.

If they wanted to.

I wish I was writing a novel instead of a project newsletter. 

That's all I guess.

cause I'm a sucker for compliments and such

So fine. English. Whatever.

When people say they read the blog I feel like I just spend 4 hours getting ready to go out (I actually have no clue what that feels like) and when people notice I say "oh this old thing, I just threw something on"

It's raining. Which totally sucks for skiing. But works good for working good. So I'm decked out in long underwear and snow boots, working from my office away from the office. Hoping the rain will turn to snow in the afternoon.

Tonight is Trivia Night at the pub. I love trivia like a fat kid loves ballet. I shouldn't, cause I'm no good at it, but I love it all the same.