jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

One of my favorite sayings is “Leap and the net will appear.”

In the spirit of this, I have just put a big wheel of brie into the oven, even though I don’t have any nice crusty French bread. I’m pinning my hopes on Damon coming home with a baguette. If not, I’ll fork it. I’m not shy.

Today was a tough, frustrating day at work. For every piece of progress I wrung out of my projects, someone took something else away from me.

But a special treat at the end of the day is what I’ll ultimately remember about today. And that special treat was a last-minute fare sale. So one week from today Damon and I will be on a flight to London for a long weekend! So excited. There will be walking tours and oysters at Harrod’s Food Hall and Tower of London and chips chips chips.

I cannot cannot cannot stop making batch after batch of cookies. It’s been going on for over a week now.

“Welcome to the Tivolution” is what the registration guy said to me as he helped me get my TIVO account set up. Costco featured a sweet rebate and that was all it took to pitch me over to the wired side.

I’m tickled that we won’t have to watch commercials anymore. I’m delighted that I can catch shows that normally I would never have known were on (Already listed is ‘Hawaii’s Top Ten Beaches’ which is guaranteed to make me rail about the unfairness of my life). But I will admit to you here that when I test drove Deanna’s system I was entirely won by the little blip and bwoop sounds that the system makes. That sealed the deal. I did not one moment of research on DVR as a reasonable option — no bwoops to speak of.

The punch line is that tonight I watched ‘Moulin Rouge’ on DVD and now we’re watching ‘The Fellowship of the Ring,’ also on DVD.

But tomorrow when I get home from work I’m going to get to boogie with Ellen. PS — I know that makes me un-hip.

Actually, I’ve embraced un-hip totally. And not in an ironic way. In a straightforward way. When I moved to Manhattan I knew making that decision would a) save my sanity and b) make me happy. It saves my sanity because I cannot compete and win on this field. I’m surrounded by people who will spend more money and time than I ever would to stay right on the leading edge of current. I, on the other hand, will not even wax. As for being happy… I live in a city that other people save up their precious cash and vacation time to see. I get to see it every day. I’m going to go ahead and be impressed and tickled by all of it. I will gawk every time I see the lit-up Empire State Building wreathed in mist. I’ll take in every billboard on Times Square (at least I will step to the side rather than do the traditional tourist sidewalk dead stop) and I will get on tip toe to see if I can tell who’s in the TRL studio. When I pass a celebrity in the street I will excitedly tell the next five people I see. All of these things are hopelessly uncool. But I enjoy them so much. Maybe it’s a function of being securely in my mid thirties — I’ve passed the age where I can claim that kind of prestige (unless I’m George Clooney, and I’m not) so I’m readjusting. If that’s what it is, that’s fine too.

Tomorrow I have a huge and important meeting at work, at which a lot will ride on my performance. Wish me luck.

It’s the second day in a row that I’ve woken up and Damon has been gone. It’s not a bad thing, in that I do know that when he leaves he tells me where he’s going. But about half the time I wake up and it takes me about half an hour to remember that he did that, and the other half of the time I can’t remember at all. It’s disorienting. I actually love that sleep communication, waking up with vague snippets of exchanges we may or may not have had. Last night I laid in bed in my clothes talking to my friend Sarah until I couldn’t go one more second. My memories of saying goodbye are pretty fuzzy. Just a little bit do I remember Damon coming into the bedroom and laughing because I was dead asleep, fully dressed with the phone receiver in my hand. One thing you can count on, if I go to sleep with earrings in my ears it means that I was wiped out.

Since I am unsupervised this morning I’m sitting on the couch watching old X Files, still in the clothes I worked in and slept in yesterday. I have not brushed my hair or teeth. I’m wondering if I ordered Chinese food whether I could get the delivery guy to just leave it outside the door. I hate ordering when Damon isn’t here to talk to the strangers. But I’m also feeling lazy and I don’t wish to cook.

Speaking of lazy, couch-riding behavior… I’m starting to hear the siren song of TIVO. Anyone have it? Love it? Hate it? Or at least think it probably wasn’t worth it? Do they sell them at Costco? Because if had TIVO I could watch non-stop Crocodile Hunter.