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Today has been an exceedingly long and tiring day.

I drove to Burlington this morning to go to the bat mitzvah of the daughter of my good friend Abby. I skipped the lunch (the line was much too long, and I didn’t know anyone to sit and eat with), went to the Verizon store to agonize over which cell phone to get, came home and cleaned up the house. Lifted weights at the health club, and then started out on a brisk walk.

And then had one of the worst falls of my life. I was crossing the railroad tracks, lost my balance; when trying to save myself I wedged my toe in the rails and fell down flat on top of the rail ties and rocks. I knocked the wind out of me I fell so hard. I wrenched my toe, got several bad scrapes, have a couple of bad black and blue swollen spots, pulled my back and twisted my knee really badly. I had to sit still, on the tracks, for 5 minutes before I could even breathe, no less move. Luckily trains rarely use these tracks, and luckily I had left my iPod at home. I limped home and put ice packs everywhere.

Caroline and friends eventually appeared to get dressed up for prom. They had gotten their hair done up at a beauty parlor; there were boutonnières (or "man flowers," as Zoe called them) in my refrigerator. Jessie had gotten dates for her and Caroline (I’m still not sure exactly how she managed that) with two guys in her Irish Humanities class. I had invited all the parents over so they could take pictures. The picture taking went on forever and the parents thoroughly embarrassed everyone. Then the boys arrived. No one knew how to pin a boutonnière onto a tuxedo, so that caused more hysterical moments. Eventually everyone left.

I went to the prom because I wanted to see the picture taking of all the prom dresses made by Morgan, the designer I wrote about a couple weeks ago. All the chaperones came outside to watch. The paper is planning to put a slide show of the dresses on the website; I'll link to it when that happens. And I will put up pictures of the girls in their finery, but not now.

Because everything just hurts too much!

Oct. 21

Oct. 21st, 2006 11:03 am
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It is truly hard for me to believe this, but 29 years ago today Rich and I started our relationship. I can’t believe that it’s been this many years. We’ve always celebrated this day more than our actual wedding day. No plans for today, though, which reflects my laziness. I guess we need to come up with something fun to do next year.

Last night we successfully got Caroline from the train station. She had been in NYC for a few days, got to Penn Station in the midst of rush-hour madness, and ended up on the train without a ticket because the lines were too long to pick up her ticket at the station. The mean conductor made her pay on the train. I’m not sure what would have happened if she hadn’t had $72 in cash on her.

And now for my rant on Amtrak. We didn’t just reserve her seat on this train, we paid for it. With a perfectly good credit card. And she had a piece of paper that said this. Why is it that Amtrak can’t figure out a way to get you a ticket when you pay for the ticket online? So we double paid for this trip, and now have to spend time either trying to get a refund or credit with Amtrak or canceling the charge on our credit card. Grrr.

Oh, and it snowed yesterday. It looks and feels like November out there. I think it’s time to put the tank tops away and get out the turtlenecks.
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This past week must have been very boring, because I can’t think of a single thing that happened. I watched Project Runway and mourned Kayne’s auf’ing. I watched Survivor. I worked. I felt yucky and so didn’t go to the health club. I discovered the project rungay blog (thanks to CJ chat, which amazingly focussed almost entirely on Project Runway).

Yesterday was senior portrait day at our house. The weather was good, I didn’t snoop that much, and Stefan the photographer took 550+ photos of five girls in two hours. Then we went to Jessie’s house, ate Chinese food that her dad made (amazing stuff) and sat around and talked for several hours. I got to know Flaminia, the Italian exchange student, a little better.

I finally finished “The Book Thief,” which Kelly had recommended. Very good, if extremely strange because the narrator is “Death.”

And I had an essay run in Sunday’s paper. I'm not sure I like the final edit, but in the end just decided to go with it.
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So right now there are five girls in my kitchen baking pies to bring in to their math class tomorrow (March 14 – 3.14) to get extra credit.


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