Life is spinning these days and I'm not feeling quite grounded. Does everything have to make sense for you to feel settled? I wonder...
I went to the September gathering of the LAC yesterday and had a blast. How weird is it that I, a complete stranger, was invited to someone's home to enjoy great company (the ladies are all amazing) and be taught how to use spherification by a visitor from Germany while drinking champagne that was sabered? Ummm...
On the way home, I took the F line to transfer to the 19 bus. I got on the 19 going in the wrong direction and ended up in one of the worst parts of town. How weird is it that instead of getting off, I decided to try and ride it out...for over an hour...and after realizing I was no longer in the city, I asked the bus driver what to do and without exaggeration, he dropped me off, in the middle of nowhere underneath a streetlight, and by faith that another bus would come in the opposite direction, I got off and stood there? It took me 2 hours to get home. Ummmm....
This is post 99 for me. My next one is the big 100! How weird is it that I started this blog back when I first moved to the city to keep my friends and family up to date on my life and I am now receiving emails from readers as far away as Finland? Ummmm....
I'm in a rut. Or maybe I'm in a funk. Or maybe I'm just dizzy. Or maybe I'm just blah. Ummm....
