S's date went well. He has not called. So much for my playing match maker. I am over it and I feel like shit.
I forgot my friend E's birthday on 9.14. She forgave me, via blackberry from London, where she is on vacay. I sent her beeeaaaautiful flowers to arrive at her office, when she returns from her trip on Tuesday. She bought me a cute Furla clutch for mine, that arrived on time. There was a phone call and a card. I have an un-sent one ready for her sitting on my coffee table. I feel like shit.
I did not call my father on Monday to check on him after his colonoscopy. Neither did my sister. I feel like shit (no pun intended, seriously none). I think my sister feels like shit too.
My friend B sent me flowers to cheer me up from the rough week I had. How friggin nice of her? I wish I could be a friend like that. She too is on vacay in London. Which only made me feel shittier. She could go away and still do something nice, but I forget someone's birthday. Shitty.
It is the Jewish New Year. Maybe it is time to take inventory of the shit and do a deep cleaning. A colonic. This can be my new year's resolution. I am Jewish, so I am lucky, I get two. This one will be to try to erase the shit from this week and this year. I can see how much of it I can clean out by the calendar new year.
I will call my grandparents more, my bubbee in Montreal and my grandpa in Miami.
I will start tennis lessons at the Davis Island club, Monday nights, one hour.
I will take cooking classes, go to wine tastings and performances on a monthly basis. After all, it is Tampa and I do work. More then that is a lot.
I will take caution with my words toward Magoo.
I will go back to billing 40 hours a week. 15 straight weeks at 30 hours or less is no way to keep my job.