Great day

The first day of my hiatus. Is it a hiatus when you're waiting to get fingerprinted and get a start date to go work for New York's board of ed? I guess so. But everybody else that I know is busy and focused, specially Arnie who flew into New York from Alaska last weekend -- such along flight -- and then he flew out to  the west coast again. He is a resident of Delta, not the country the airline....

So this morning I went to the gym, had coffee with a friend, stopped at Whole Foods and then went to have my hair cut. How great is that!

And then I said...

Today is my last day at the Museum of Natural History where I've worked for 12 years...gainfully employed as they say. But it is time to move on and move on I can. To the Board of Ed and a new gig. But last night I had to give some serious consideration to what to wear, what my final costume would be on my final day in this play. I tried to tell Kate that when I left Barnard College some 30 years ago I had worn a purple silk shirt and black trousers which was seen as a "statement." To today's kids trousers aren't much of a statement. Actually it's even hard for me to see what all the fuss was about. But I thought about this costume pretty hard because I am in the business of facade and spin.  So this morning it came down to black turtleneck sweater, black trousers and red leather jacket. The intended message: I am rich, italian and chic....

Rap Music

Have I said recently how much I hate rap music?  In the past I didn't hesitate Ito ask cab drivers to turn it off but now that my daughter has discovered a love for rap music it's a whole different thing.  I am trying to sound open minded. I've come to understand the lure of Eminem with his anger and lyrics of anguish and pain..... but last night and then this morning she was listening to CJ Mac. or I think it was CJ mac....This is the rap that is so anti female that you can hardly breathe when you hear it...that talks about love and having babies but then asks a woman to have an abortion.

I can hardly write about it because it is so insulting to women...Ok time for me to pause....

teen age mom

who knew I'd be spending my time this gorgeous sunny and almost warm Sunday in March baby sitting  teenagers?  It occurs to me that I've started many posts with "who knew?" so it is clear that I must spend my life in a state of constant surprise. Well I'm not exactly baby sitting but certainly my time is constricted because I must be here when Kate and her posse come by. The big rule : no friends at home unless there is a grown up present.

Oh god. I have more to say but I also have tax papers to lasso...