So what is the deal with my blog? I’ll tell you now, there’s not a lack of posts for lack of stories to tell. In fact, it’s getting to the point where I’ll never be able to catch up, so I’ll either have to tell the Reader’s Digest version or just set this whole thing on fire. That’s right, it’s like my office and the non-filing of paperwork that’s been accumulating since February. I’ll have my coveted fire pit in the patio yet.
What happened last month? Firstly, I haven’t forgotten the vacation entries or the photos. I will backdate. In the meantime, I must try to catch up. In July I returned from my trip to New York, Boston, and Pittsburgh with a huge vacation hangover and somehow couldn’t get back into the spirit of blogging or sitting at a desk and drawing widgets in Photoshop. In silent rebellion, I think I subconsciously took a hiatus from blogging to protest my forced return. I did manage to pass my motorcycle riding test in July (I know, unbelievable since I can hardly drive a manual transmission car), and just have to take the written test sometime this month to get my class M1 license. I also cleaned my bedroom (yes, that is significant enough to blog about), and started taking polo lessons down the road from the barn where I ride. I’m frenzied about polo. B has asked me to post the polo story I wrote to a friend, just so she could read it over again and have a laugh. Maybe, after I’ve cleaned it up to protect the identities of the innocent, I will do that.
B is actually coming home from Japan soon, which I’m very stoked about. Much to my surprise, her co-worker who is taking over for her has been inspired to start a blog to continue where she left off. That is now officially three (3) people who I have seduced into blogging who would never even have considered it without my incessant yammering. I’m on a roll, and I have at least three others in mind who I think I can seduce to the dark side eventually as well.
My favourite Brit was in town for a couple of weeks, in a bizarre twist of “It’s a Small World,” minus the scary animatronic children and hippos. Four years ago I took him to a rodeo, so I thought I’d be a little more upscale this year and take him to a grass polo match in Atherton. We were the worst dressed people there, but we still ran out onto the field between chukkers with our French champagne, to stomp the divets and otherwise pretend we were aware of polo party etiquette. I never thought I’d like champagne, but now I do.
Saturyne was in town too. Yes, everyone coming to visit me, it’s fantastic. We played another sad game of pool and skated at Ice Oasis, and as Saturyne pointed out, we’ve now skated on both coasts together. Next stop has to be hockey in Canada, but I may have to wait until she moves to Vancouver for that.
The condo is taking shape. My only bit of advice as of late is, don’t install a sink unless you’re really sure you want it, because it’s apparently easy to get sinks and not easy to find anyone to tear them out. I’ve been trying for a few weeks now to find a contractor to remove the rogue sink in my master bedroom, and they all recoil in horror after discovering the details of the project. It’s not a haunted sink, or condo, and no dead bodies have been walled in behind the medicine cabinet, so I don’t know what the deal is with these contractors. If someone could please just remove the sink, you’ll at least earn a blog entry about it.
The couch is on order, the coffee and end tables are here, and the housewarming is, uh, I guess scheduled for sometime next year, if I’m lucky.
