What the hell?

Oh, it's the little things ...

So it's been more than a few days since I checked in. I have little excuse other than the weather. See... When it's hot and humid in Long Island, it's even hotter upstairs where the computer is. And so I loathe coming up here. But, it's exactly one week before my departure, so that excuse isn't going to cut it anymore. So I'm rearranging my belongings and assorted possessions to soften the blow to my dear parents. They're still willing to house my junk "so long as they can still walk in the house."

So I'm cleaning.

But back to my earlier thought. It's the little triumphs that make me happy. For example, one cost that HarvardBoy will absorb by misbehaving:

Motorola SURFboard cable modem $ 109.99
(plus shipping handling of course)

Har.

Know anyone in the market for one?

Ho hum.

Sheryl Crow absolutely rocked last week. Livea was a darling and snagged a bunch of us free tickets from Susan. Go Susan! And Livea! It must be nice to be at a point in life where you can give (emphasis on that last word), ahem, give six tickets away. (Susan didn't realize the Jewish holiday overlapped with the concert. When Livea asked if she wanted to give the tickets to any of her friends she said," Naaa. All my friends are Jewish." So there we go.)

Jen drove in from CT and was such a trooper driving us out to NJ. She was stuck in traffic for over two hours before picking us up. Craziness. But we got there. And it was a hoot. Our seats were middle orchestra. We kept flashing our tickets to the Holy Holders of the Flashlights. And they kept waving us down. OH! And we parked in VIP parking by accident. So we walked a total of maybe 15 carlengths to the gate. Yay.

Saturday came and went without me knowing it. I was too tired to stay in the city to hang out with either Erin or Trisha, so I LIRR'd it home. I am old. And I like the parent's pool! So we grilled and had a few beers.

Sunday was the Big day for my pop. The man is a shocking 72!

Impressive for the old goat. And he has most of his marbles.

So after swearing off TV in a previous life, I have now consumed enough in the last week to carry me through a millenium. Or until the fall premiers roll out;) Seriously. I LOVE TV. If the news is no good for you, there's always the food channel. Or the crafty let's-fix-your-house channel. Or some Discovery. Or History. Or movies you've seen already, but can stand to watch again. Or... well. There's a lot. And I thoroughly enjoy it all. It's my friend. Alright. I shouldn't go that far. But it's a good background noise. And I can understand all of it! (Well, not the CSPAN. Politics is just not meant for me. Why do they do the things they do?) But I've watched enough to keep up with the American Idol conversations. Oy.

Alright. So I'm rambling. Sorry.

I am staying in Long Island for the day. I don't what to do with myself, but I am skipping the trip though Penn Station and the subway. Al Quaeda isn't the biggest concern. It's the other copycats that worry me. Not having a cell phone at the moment also keeps me on edge. (Not that it would work or anything, but I'd feel marginally better clutching in my dead clammy hands.) So call me in the burbs. or I'll call you. I'm coming into Manhattan thursday. I've made loose plans with a few of you. And can't wait!

Back to moving boxes.

posted by irene @ 9/10/2002 09:52:00 PM