Queen of the May

Happy birthday Randy, the sweetest queen I've ever known and the best girlfriend a girlfriend has ever had. Love ya, Miss Otis!

to my Coloroado soulmate: I have a great title for your manuscript: The Girl Who Fell From the Sky.

to my Destin soulmate: I forgot to ask you about the hiker. Is he still? Have you been in touch?

PS--my breast biopsy came back benign.

still hotter'n hell

My kid is off to her first day of high school tomorrow morning. I cannot believe it. She finished her required summer reading this morning and shot off an articulate and insightful summary of the Old Man and the Sea in no time--I was impressed that she got all the metaphor, the existential crisis and Hemingway's drama queen bent all on her own. She's a pretty cool kid. We have one more afternoon of sitting poolside--me working and her musing about the lackluster sequel of High School Musical. Life is sweet.

we are two months into the annual hurricane season with nary a tropical storm or even significant rains lately. Which makes me nervous. The last real ass-kicker of a hurricane we had close to home was Elena in 1985 and that was bad. The worst ones seem to kick up around Labor Day so I'm wondering if the unusually quiet summer storm season is more of the proverbial foreboding calm before a major ass-kicking from mother nature. I hope not.

On other fronts, Schmoopie is preparing to enter her freshman year of high school. I am stunned that she will be a HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT in a week and more depressing--that the time we have with her here at home with us is winding down. In four years she'll be gone. Argh.

Did I mention that the small, familial mom and pop operation I've worked for for 5 years was recently purchased by an entrepreneur from Seattle? It's been painful. It's been entertaining. I fear we will not exist a year from today. I hope I am wrong. But I don't think I am.