I shouldn't be writing this post right now. I should be writing thank you notes. There are so many thank you notes to write, so many little helpers to whom my sincere appreciation must be expressed. More on that in a minute. I'm a tad distracted.
It's gotten to that point, the point where I've waited too long between postings and now I have a brain full of too many things to say, none of them focused for more than a paragraph.
The kids went back to school last week with happy hearts. They weren't excited about the actual school part but they had been desperately missing their friends. Now we're back in the honeymoon phase: they don't have enough classwork/homework to grouse about and they are still thrilled to be catching up with their BFFs. I predict another week of this before the complaining starts.
Tomorrow is September 11th and I've been listening to amazing 9/11 stories all week. One of the best collections was created by a friend of mine who is one of the Kitchen Sisters. Their 9/11 Sonic Memorial is one of the best hours you'll find on the topic. From the web site:
"Ten years ago, in the months following 9/11, a collaboration of producers, listeners and public radio stations across the nation came together to create a Sonic Memorial to the people and history of the World Trade Center. We opened up a phone line at NPR and asked people to share their stories. We put out the call for audio artifacts that captured the sounds and voices of the World Trade Center neighborhood...Artists, bankers, office staff, elevator and maintenance workers—each tower had a thousand sounds; every floor had a thousand stories. The Sonic Memorial Project gathers some of these in a reflection and richly textured document of this moment in our history."
This summer went by so fast and let me just say that it was a pretty mixed bag and I'm not sorry to see it go, even if weather-wise it never actually showed up (Miss Sun I'm looking at you). I didn't fish once. I spent a lot of time acting like Prince Charming running around from startup to startup with a glass slipper "are you my perfect company? Are you? How 'bout you?" I spent a lot of time forcing Adwords to bend to my will.
There was sickness, worry and loss. There was boredom and hard wake-up calls. There was growing up. At 47 I feel I should be past most of the growing up, but there you go. There is so much evidence to the contrary.
Now on to our main story and the reason why I have to write so many thank you notes: after a summer full of false starts and wild goose chases, I happened upon my dream job. I guess they thought I was dreamy too because they made me an offer.
On Monday I start at TastingRoom.com as their head of marketing. You remember Snuffles, the cartoon dog who would float to ceiling after getting a treat? Yeah, that's me right now.