And They're Off!

Boy, I just looked at my 4-16-11 post and realize it’s been a while, so I thought “I’d better post something new lest people think my Hell days continued. Actually, it’s been a busy 3 weeks but for the most part, it’s good. At work, we landed a very exciting new client and are having lots of good conversations with potential clients and potential strategic partners—I feel very energized.


And it's Kentucky Derby Day.  They're about to start any minute now.


So, I just got back from NYC, picking up some of Rachel’s clothes, books, etc. to help empty her room as her freshman year winds down. Wil and his girlfriend, Hei, took the ride with me and all 4 of us had lunch together at a little place on a corner of Greenwich whose name already escapes me. There was a street festival going on right outside, with booths and lots of decadent, fried food. The entire time we were in the restaurant I could see the Zeppoles, Deep Fried Oreos, Calzones sign taking up a good 33% of my view. I didn’t want them, but my brain kept reminding me they were a possibility.


Rachel had surprised me with a bouquet of beautiful pink roses for Mother’s Day when we got to her dorm today. She can’t come home tomorrow and I honestly didn’t expect her to give me anything. How sweet and wonderful it was. She’s turning into a really cool person. And a true New Yorker. Now when we need to go somewhere it’s she who knows where we’re going and it’s me who’s following. Although I did keep pulling her back when she tried to cross the street when the sign said not to—even when there weren’t cars coming.


We didn’t stay long, much to Rachel’s chagrin. I worked over 70 hours this week, and she didn’t understand that I'm tired and get anxious about the parking outside her building, the logistics of the luggage and other things we had to drag downstairs. We did get lucky and there was a spot when I came up the block with the car. Hei, Wil and Rach got everything in. It was good to see her and hug her. I miss her so much.


I know I was annoying her when I kept trying to protect her while crossing the streets. I told her when I Skyped her a few minutes ago—“You’re becoming quite a woman and I’m really impressed with you—but you need to understand that while I apologize for forgetting you don’t need me to cross the street, you’ll always be baby Rachel to me.”


Man, where does the time go? They’re almost both all grown up.  


The horses have reached the starting gate.  And they're off!


Thank you, Universe for all the good stuff. :-)