I thought I’d post a quick entry here tonight and yet I have very little to report. Working full-time, even from home, even from my computer in the midst of my household, still feels like work. The downside? My housework is neglected. And I can’t seem to get a decent dinner on the table. The upside? A paycheck! Oh, and I do actually like the work. That’s a plus.
My husband had an eventful week. He had a wisdom tooth pulled on Wednesday morning and despite my dire warnings–I’d had a molar pulled last summer and it was grim and unpleasant–he had no pain, no residual effects whatsoever. I felt stupidly defensive, as if my reaction to a similar situation (gloom and despair) was irrational.
I surprised my husband with a new iPhone for Valentine’s Day. Normally, I barely notice Valentine’s Day, let alone participate in it, but this year I needed to make up for a dismal performance at Christmas. (We always agree: let’s not go crazy at Christmas–“don’t get me anything,” we say–and then he always GETS ME SOMETHING while I have clung to the original agreement.)
Anyway, my fortysomething husband is now all hip and happening and able to receive and send text messages–imagine that! (We are woefully behind the times.) The iPhone inspires awe.
He shocked me by buying me a cool little digital camera, an improvement over my current digital camera which has become quirky (ie. refuses to work from time to time even with fresh batteries installed). This camera will come in handy when I fly to New York City in ten days. Oh, hadn’t I mentioned that? I’m flying to the corporate office on business.
Now, the very thought that I–a housewife with a favorite pair of slippers that I wear all day, every day–will be jetting off to New York on business–cracks me up. My initial concern was that everyone in New York would mock my purse, but I have been comforted–and gifted with a new purse–and now I worry only about finding cheap tickets to a Broadway show.
You never know where life will take you. I never thought it would take me to Manhattan on business. Now, tell me, if you were flying at midnight, arriving at 8 a.m. in New York City, what would you wear during the flight?