Is it luck, or is it instinct? My last day will be tomorrow. I'm going to have a festive time this weekend sorting through the iffy items and carting them off to the Goodwill truck for drop-off. John's in the Bay Area right now, househunting, and I'm doing a fair amount of calling round myself. This is beginning to be nervous fun. What if we don't find a place to live? We're moving in 3 weeks! What if we find a place but it doesn't take pets? Pet-concealment measures would have to be taken! What if we have to pay half our monthly income just to find a place that has enough room for us? I'm following up job leads even as I type this. I've updated my resume, and someone is going to announce my imminent arrival in the Bay Area at the upcoming San Jose Women In Travel meeting.
Meanwhile, the dreaded Christmas mania has struck all the local stores. Decorations are not up yet, but the Christmas shops are. This is ridiculous, it's only October 9th! I can't stand hearing the determinedly cheerful standards when it's still too hot out to wear black. Puhlease. Could we maybe wait until 60 days out? I'd feel a lot more like early shopping if I thought I wasn't being jollied into it.
Or maybe not. I have the perfect excuse for not making purchases. "I'm not buying that because I'd have to pack it," I mutter heroically at least once a day. This didn't stop me from buying an unnecessary but divinely attractive lipstick today. It's a revival of an old favorite: Gorillas in the Mist. No, wait. Cherries in the Snow. That's it. It's very carmine and blue-toned and 50's. I really like it. I should never wear red lipstick but sometimes you just have to go against the sensible voice in your head and enjoy the fantasy. I might look like a dolt, but in my mind I look like Audrey Hepburn when I wear this color.
Only I suppose Audrey Hepburn never had a cat lick her lipstick off. I wonder what's in this stuff?
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