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Interesting thing last night - business dinner, really boring, then...a conversation with a woman seated next to me turned from inane to meaningful and I experienced it as a physical sensation.  Blah blah small talk - then she disclosed that she had lost a son a few months ago - and our eyes engaged and I caught my breath and she and I had a great conversation about things that matter - but the subtle shift was SO, I don't know how to describe it.  I mean it's not like we will be bestest friends or anything but we won't forget each other's names.  And I might have missed it...it would have been easy to gloss over her devastating loss with a sympathetic remark.  Staying open to really listen to people has remarkable rewards.
She did not join a group of us for an annual event - the walk on the beach in memory of Wade Speed, a wonderful man, the original husband number three,  who died four years ago in the crash of his small plane near Hammond.  I loved him dearly and miss him daily.  I did whisper her son's name and the name of another friend lost this year.  The walk is starting to get longer and more meaningful, too.

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Late dinner last night at Cafe 30A - one of my favorite - beef carpacchio, arugala salad, wood-roasted shrimp, very lovely Rioja Muga - but service was weird - waiter in a half-empty place late was 15 minutes before I got my French Kiss cocktail in front of me and you KNOW what that's likely to do to my state of well-being....but the kicker was that the other waiter - guy in mid-30's from Manhattan - hovered for a while and then, complaining of a bad back SAT DOWN with us.  Now look, I like friendly help - but thei was just WEIRD.  He may have been hitting on  

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I used to do a lot of design work - nothing fancy, before a graphic artist doing the actual comp - layouts, concepts, colors.  I took a few design classes in college and had a blast.  I loved doing it, and would zone out for long periods of time, finding that place where the work was more important than the clock.  Like a lot of things these days, I'm about 5 layers removed from that kind of work - I oversee and lead and supervise and ...And I miss the actual work.  I did a very simple little layout for a poster yesterday and loved it.  There is no substitute for the hands-on, getting it from my head to the paper.  It's the same pleasure I take in cooking, making garb, etc., but in this case, something I did for a living and loved - and had to leave behind.  I just realized how much I miss it.

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Bushism of the Day

By Jacob Weisberg
Updated Friday, June 27, 2008, at 10:56 AM ET

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Per my earlier post re:  Nick Hennessey...yes, 26 tracks in one day is too much.  I got auditory overload and started to tune even THAT voice out...No more two-cd's-at-a-time purchases for me.  I have to go on a strict Nick-restricted regimen. 

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Telling the truth and being pilloried for it.  I don't know about you but I plan on paying full retail price for his book and maybe I'll buy more than one. 

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Rushing around packing for Ireland AND wrapping things up at work for 2 weeks away AND walking across a courtyard Monday and something goes "POP" in my knee - So I go to the orthopedist Tuesday AM for a lovely injection with a 3 inch needle then get to arrive at the orthopedic surgery center with my son for shoulder surgery this M at 7...he's fine, a torn tendon from a bike wreck in Spain last year..at least we get injured in interesting ways - but now I'm up for dancing in Ireland!  It's not Lugnasa but who cares?