Tuesday, April 14, 2015
It's Tuesday morning and my heart hurts. The day outside is pewter gray and there's a tightness just below my throat, signalling perhaps that my "mood disorder" is fixing to have itself a play day.
I'm also anxious that I'm not far enough along in my book project, just a little overwhelmed by all the interviews I have yet to conduct, details not yet pinned down. This might be a normal stage of the process. The only thing I know right now is I will get it done. The how isn't so clear to me yet.
We're looking to buy a used car. Our trusty 1997 Jeep finally died. My friend Monique just got a great deal on a used car but she got caught up in her life and her license expired. She has to do the 5-hour class and road test all over again. She asked us if we would keep her car in our parking spot until she gets her papers squared away. She said we should drive it until we get a new car. Talk about good friends and the universe providing our needs.
Monique was the first friend I made when I moved to New York City. We were freshmen together at Barnard. She's an engineer. Back then, we were standing next to one another in a line to register for classes during orientation and we just started talking. She was stressing about Freshman English and I was stressing about my Math requirement. We laughed and pledged to help each other. And we did. And we do.
Last Thursday, I met my blog friend Susan Landry of Run to the Roundhouse, Nellie in the flesh. She was in the city for a few days, visiting her son. We had a lovely time discussing our lives over tea and cappuccino in the Hungarian Pasty Shop, a neighborhood institution that Susan used to frequent back when she lived in New York. It was great being with her. It felt like we already knew each other, just immediate comfort. And I have never seen a photo of Susan that does her justice. She is beautiful! We loved that we were able to finally meet; our children beat us to it though. Some months ago they had a meal together in Ithaca where my daughter is in college and Susan's very accomplished son has exciting ventures in the hospitality business. We fond mothers fantasize that they may work together yet.
I'm lucky in this world.
But so damned moody.