"...are melting away..." We sent Fina off on her trip to Manhattan with some Sinatra, and she was inspired to do a little dance right in the kitchen. 
Of course, this was not the impromptu dance. This was the "hey, you grab the broom and I'll grab the camera" dance. It's kind of a long song, what can I say? Link for Fina's parents. See the swept pile of leaves and stuff in the corner of the photo? Yeah, been there for days. I can sweep all day but getting down and getting the piles is not something that agrees with my back. I keep waiting for someone to snap out of it and take care of business but alas, this has not come to fruition. 
She will be back on Monday, I think. She is on fire to go to something called "Top Shop" and even researched its location in Manhattan and maybe printed out directions to get there on the NYC transit system. We told her not to miss a Broadway show if they had the opportunity, and to wear a lot of black. Then I played my favorite Billy Joel New Yorker songs on the way to drop her off at the meeting point, and off to the office I went. By next Friday, I will have worked 14 consecutive days without a day off. But that's OK because a lot of them were only half days and that's probably actually a better scenario to help my poor injured back limp its way back to health. However, my Christmas Club check came this week and it's burning a hole so that is a little irritating to not have days off. Did I mention that I feel like a full-blown genius for participating in my company's Christmas Club program this last year? It's completely ridiculous for me to feel this way because the truth is, geniuses would be able to manage to set aside Christmas funds without having it force-deducted from their checks as if they were nitwits and too undisciplined to make it happen otherwise. However, I do feel like a smarty-pants nonetheless. And I increased the pot for next year when I re-upped for 2010. While I was there signing up, I also snooped and looked at what other people, total strangers I have never seen before, were doing. One guy puts aside $175 per paycheck for his Christmas Club. That's almost $5000 a year. I'm clearly just an amateur next to such Christmas prowess. The fact that he probably makes twice what I do is irrelevant. Not that I have a clue what he makes, or even what he does. He is just an anonymous coworker in the corporate jungle that employs me.
I suppose I should be off now. It's Saturday and I have...an afternoon of work awaiting me. WOOHOO! I wonder who is having more fun today, Fina or me? Hmmm. Manhattan....middle Tennessee humdrum suburbia...
awww New York, New York!! Dad was making fun of me so much ^^ She's gonna love it. And you told me about the black clothes too =)
I hope your back feels better soon!!
oh.. and if I could choose between Manhattan and middle tennessee humdrum suburbia right now I would decide for the latter ;) miss you!!!
Posted by: Cordi | November 08, 2009 at 07:00 PM