One week till work!

Enjoyed Jennifer's show at PACE on Saturday night, but how could I not? Each comic had a unique spin on existence, and but for a little Crocs-bashing, I enjoyed them all tremendously.

Seriously, I don't understand the fuss about Crocs. Flip-flops are far less protective and supportive, but few people get their knickers publicly in a knot over them. True, I've come to be a Crocs fan late in their run (fashion trends and Ann Podolske rarely coincide--actually, they never coincide), but found them perfect for all of those times during my caregiver days that I had to throw on shoes fast, not to mention tidy up after things that one wouldn't want to get on one's "regular" shoes. Now that I'm mostly keeping company with a big, clumsy dog, I find they continue to make sense--slobber and stomp away, Shwea, I'm wearing protective shoes I can wash!

Oh dear. I'm spending my time defending my choices in footwear. This can't be good.....

Anyway, back to actual events. Yesterday, I went to church--late, as has unfortunately become my custom--and enjoyed the company of my church peeps immensely. Hugs and sweetness all around--what's not to love? Then headed home to tend the Bombshell, eat lunch and nap, which has also become a custom (and one I'll have to wean out of this week, as work beckons next Monday).

Last night, I went to the local multiplex and finally saw "Julie & Julia" (or is it the other way around?), which was a light bit of fun. Perhaps not as fun as I expected, but considering my innate sadness these days and how much I've already heard about the movie, it makes sense that I wasn't exactly transported. That said, Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci were a joy to watch, just for being their fabulous selves. Another benefit of this excursion to the movies was seeing a trailer for yet another Meryl Streep film, "It's Complicated." Looks like a winner to me, but then with the Goddess Meryl at the center, how could it not? Perhaps I will go to this movie with friends--but for now, I go to such events worrying that I could start to cry and not stop, and don't want to put my friends through this, especially at a movie that's ostensibly a comedy.

It hasn't happened yet, but I'm not taking any chances.

Today was a late-starting day, but I'm happy to not have to be anywhere or do anything but tend Shwea and rest while it lasts. Well, and write a few more thank-yous. And do some more laundry, which is a never-ending task.

With all this glamour and excitement at hand, I think I will be ready to get back to work when I actually have to next Monday. Seriously, I miss my work friends, and I look forward to being preoccupied with things that don't matter, really. I appreciate the perspective the last 17 months has brought to bear on my world-view, don't get me wrong, but I am looking forward to thinking about things that bear little resemblance to what preoccupies me now.

Besides, I have to pay for my belated 50th birthday present to myself somehow. Yes, I followed Linda's footsteps in buying a car to denote my half century mark, though certainly not as cool a car as she purchased (a Mazda Miata). I toyed with the idea of a Mini Cooper S, but thanks to Linda's urging, I test drove and bought a Ford Fusion Hybrid. It's a hoot (for me) to drive, which may be explained by my current wheels: A Pontiac Vibe. And while my Fusion is a hybrid, it doesn't look like a Pious--I mean Prius--which I never quite liked the looks of, truly. Lastly, it's luxurious, at least compared to a Vibe, as it has leather seats, a navigation system, and more.

Well, I've gone from nattering on about shoes to a car, so I think I should stop for the sake of just about everyone. Besides, it's past time to feed Shwea, who has been ever-so-patiently waiting for me to finish this post. All good, A