1.26.2006

We are still here

Yes, it’s true; we haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. We have made a conscious decision to step up the pace and behave like grown ups. Honestly, it smarts a bit, but it’s probably for the best.

Sean has been working like a dawg! He is pretty much gigging and working carpentry jobs all the time. Mostly, he has been playing with the Panorama Jazz Band about three times weekly. Occasionally he plays with the ever popular and always classy AJ and Mark Monistare. As far as the carpentry goes, Grace Baptist has him busy renovating Brother Charlie’s house. This is a blessing. It is nice to work around people that he loves and respects with sweet reciprocity.

I also am finally working. I am the new marketing director of Weddings Noir magazine. It is a small bridal magazine targeted at a multi-cultural audience. I’ve got big plans for it. Hopefully it will be a tremendous success. Most of the time I get to work from home in my slippers, but occasionally I have to dress up and wear big girl shoes.

Ok, guess what! We totally bought a truck. Yes indeed, we are the owners of a 2002 Ford F150. It is so sweet and fancy, and best of all, it will get us all out of town next hurricane season. Yeah, we have been reduced to this kind of thinking.

We reached our breaking point of our fabulously boho hippie life when my alternator broke in the same week that Sean’s (2nd) transmission broke, along with his blinker and windshield wiper handle. I am a little bummed because I had hoped that our imminent fancy car purchase would be a small sensible economical car for ME! Alas, Sean’s truck broke more and first. Therefore, if we can have one good car, it needs to be a truck, and it needs to be capable of holding not only all our stuff, but our little dog family also. If that means we need a gas guzzling road hog, then so be it. I can wait for my mini cooper.

We miss and love all of you. As soon as I can locate some batteries in this town, I will take some pictures of all things fabulous and post them.