Three nervous women

It all went well, I do believe. Folláin and I took a train up to New Haven and had lunch with Kay at a lovely place called Anna Liffey’s. Then we drove around New Haven, looking at the marvelous buildings and houses there. By the time Folláin and I headed back to the city, I do believe all three of us were breathing again! We smiled and laughed, too. It was good.
Sorry I haven’t been a proper noting sort of diarist lately. I’m bopping around all over the place all day, and once I get home there are many things demanding my attention. Tonight still waiting is Trouble’s litter, Nigel’s homework, and a bit more pickup of Nigel’s ever needy room. Egads, but what that place can get like! It’s frightening, and I’m hardly a neatnik, so if it scares me, I expect it would scare other people much worse. (In the not a neatnik department, my CDs all seem to have gone into hiding. I know they haven’t really, but I don’t know where they are, either.)
Starting tomorrow I shall be staying in an apartment with a friend for a week. It’s going to become a real vacation then. It’s strange, being on vacation without leaving the city when I am used to crossing an ocean, but the company will be fine. Lots of important talks will be had. We will do the sorts of things one doesn’t do when one lives here, like go to Central Park, and the Cloisters (I haven’t been there since forever ago, and I really love it there). Walking tours of interesting historical places. A walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. Hopefully a couple of days of just hanging out and relaxing.
I worry sometimes that I’m odd, you know, needing times like this away from my children. Most people go on vacation with their children; I take vacation from my children. Well … I am odd, in more than one way, and that’s because I’m a human bean. We simply aren’t all made the same. It makes the world go round, I think.