Wild, wild week

Well, hell, it's been a busy week. It's not every week that the editorial page editor at your former place of employment dies of a heart attack while running errands...and then it turns out that he really died in the bed of the community college student he was buying books and paying tuition for in exchange for sex...and then it turns out that the reason everyone thinks he died while running errands is that an editor at the paper lied about the circumstances of the editorial page editor's death because he was a friend of hers and the lie got into the newspaper and the newspaper was forced to print a new story and the editor was fired.

Really, you can't make this shit up. Moving right along...

--We are coming home for Passover! If anyone reading this blog is around in NYC from April 6-10, we would LOVE to see you. Yes, it's another trip that will seem like one gigantic playdate because we'll be shuttling TLG around from house to house and friend to friend and family to family, but...that's what vacations are about, right? Seriously, we're there for so long so we can spend quality time with the people we love.

--Today on the way to a pajama party at preschool (read: Parents Night Out), it was sunny outside and Drew and I had both put on our sunglasses. Rachel said, "When you both wear your sunglasses, you look like very silly bunny rabbits."

We cracked up, of course.

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I haven't been home much the last couple of days. Tuesday night I had class, Wednesday night was the chorus party for the send-off to regional competition (which I'm not going to because I'm heading to an editors' conference in Atlanta, where it is WARM -- yay!) and Thursday my friend Amy asked me to accompany her to a poetry reading and then something to eat afterwards. Amy is still an editor at the newspaper and we spent two solid hours dissecting why the Oregonian seems collectively to be losing its mind. We came up with no good answers but it sure felt good to vent.

Last night I got home quite late -- 8:30 -- to the wonderful smell of...duck! Drew had decided to surprise me and use his day off to make duck and wild rice. It was fabulous, even more so than usual because it has been rainy and cold for 5 days and I am sick unto DEATH of this weather and, please, I don't want to hear how great the weather is in New York and Chicago or whatever. Yeah, we don't have to cope with snow here but otherwise winter sucks. Just...SUCKS.

We had a great, great dinner and conversation. I miss not eating with my family, but sometimes things like classes and chorus and business trips interfere. I hope Rachel forgives her mommy for missing out on quality time, but a busy mommy is a happy mommy (if occasionally stressed out).