This is my view from my ‘office’ window – I know I’ve shown it before in some iteration or another. It’s my neighbor’s yard and it’s my talisman, even more so than my cultivated garden, because it’s this view that keeps me tethered to Life, even as Life does its damndest to harsh my daily mellow (and we all know how thin that is at the best of times!). It’s within this view that I enjoy perfect Spring and Summer days, or get that weird thrill when a heavy storm rolls in and I know that (generally speaking) I am safe from the elements. It’s here that I watch children, sprung from school and drunk on the notion of unlimited free time, walk/run/ride around, looking for stuff to do. This little town is, in so many ways, a throwback to my own childhood in the late 50s, early 60s. Few kids here are tethered to electronics, nor do they have structured days – here they just run around, fishing or biking or bouncing on trampolines for hours, making up weird games as they go along….
…and I am fern-green with envy. I don’t know why I am still so hidebound but I confess to a certain Expectation, which is this: Summer is Slowdown Time. Which is: Ridiculous. I am in a subset of the construction/operations industry. Summer is our busiest time! It’s been thus since the day we opened our doors and I suspect (and hope) it will always be thus. Which then makes me either a) a moron or b) delusional. Or c) both. Because I still expect to have a lot of down time in the Summer.
And what the hell does this have to do with perfume? Only this: (lots of colons in this post): I am up to my eyelids in work. And not just ‘any’ work. In addition to our beloved regular customers, I am now bidding a Gub’mint job. It came up fast and is the child of a job I quoted 18mos ago, only nowwwww? Now it’s got Gub’mint paperwork and forms and bonds and more forms and seals and sigs and checks and balances and I did not sleep last night and finally got up at 3:33am. Bruno and I went outside and looked at the glory of a passing thunderstorm and I asked him what he thought about the glory of the crepuscular sky and he said it was all well and good but if it was all the same to me he’d appreciate being able to get back to bed. Because he is a Dog of Nature and, having peed and pooped, and finding nothing to chase or eat on the veldt of his front lawn, he was sort of Over Teh Glory. I took a Melatonin and slept for 2.7 hrs, until El O’s errant phone alarm woke me up.
8 painful, exhausting, terrifying hours later we slid, panting, into the Gub’mint offices to present our Sealed Bid – got there just under the wire. I’m almost too tired to blink so I’m going to make this quick and say these colon-worthy things:
1. I got nuthin’ this week. I am testing some intriguing offerings from MiN New York as well as a startlingly lovely new Jul et Mad – but I’ve been to overwhelmed to give them more than cursory brain-room. Today was so fraught with Gub’mint peril that I determined, apres-bain, that I would clad myself in the armory goodness of Amouage Gold. And Lord, did I cream up and spritz. At one point I asked El O “what are you wearing?” and he looked at me all funny-like and said ‘me? ME? That’s YOU! Can’t you smell yourself? I can smell your perfume out in the street!” “oh.”. Tant pis. They should all thank me – Gold is gorgeous!
But! Lest we forget. 2. It’s Not All About Me. Sometimes it’s All About Who the Hell WON, Musette! Who WON! From last week’s lame-o post (I am a sloooow learner. I could’ve sworn this week would be Quiet).
drop me a line at perfumeposseDAHTcawm (anita(AT) ) – I know the email convolutions are all Maxwell Smart but honestly, the amount of spam is breathtaking. Remind me what you won, give me your mailing details and…since I’m sending you samples from my collection, lmk if there is something you are aching to try. If I have it, I’m happy to share. Worst case: lmk what you do NOT want to get. Nothing worse than getting a packet with stuff you already have.
Okay – I’m out of here. I have 3 other jobs to quote. I am NOT complaining. I. Am. Not. I am THRILLED! But I am a bit persausted. So it’s those quotes, then a Melatonin and maybe a gin chaser – okay, maybe not – but definitely an early night! Oh, hell – why not? Gin & tonic , early on….some yard work…then a big ol’ glass of water and then the Melatonin.
I will try to be a bit more on the ball next week. Promise!