May You Live in Interesting Times

A phrase which, as you may know, is a bit of an insult.  One of those backhanded phrases, like, "I wish you all the happiness you deserve."

Been a crazy coupla weeks.

Went to Texas to sit at a Thing honoring my dad for his generosity.  It was a lot of money.  A lot of money.  Enough to keep any of us in business for pretty much the rest of our lives.

My mom said, Next time - Anonymously. 

That said it was an okay trip, and I only heard about my weight once!

I got off the plane at PoDunk and came through the gate (and when I say 'THE gate', that's literal).

Me:  Hey Dad!
Dad:  Hey Baby Girl!  Wow you've lost weight!
Me:  Oh, well maybe ten pounds.
Dad:  Well ten down - only twenty to go!

Then off to DC, an unexpected trip that afforded me time with folks.  All great evenings.

Home to the Emerald City, where all KINDS a things happened.

Wrote on my screenplay like a NUT, hope it's not as uncreative as I currently think it is.  Shared scenes with friends - some read some not.

Really excellent interviews, really shitty email exchanges.  Reconnected with old friends; lost another.  A marriage to come this summer (4th this year!); a death, a birth; another death. (see previous sentence).

My dad in Peru, ASKING to get dysentery.

Weird times right now.

The two universal thoughts I have from Buddhism, which I think of daily, are:

There is no constant but change.
The secret to happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have.


So it's all going to sort.  With the help of reliably, consistently administrated Effexor.