Author: Melanie

Our battered suitcases were piled high on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go.  But no matter, the road is life.
— from On the Road, by Jack Kerouac

David and I are leaving in just a few minutes for 11 glorious days of vacation!  Today we head back to Detroit – we’ve got a Tigers game and perhaps a trip “up North,” as David calls it, on the agenda.  Wednesday we’ll head to the Buffalo area to see my mom’s side of the family.  My cousin is getting married next Saturday up there, and I’m in the wedding.  David has never met the large, very loud, very Italian contingent of my family (the side that’s lousy with lawyers, coincidentally), so it promises to be very interesting!  Thursday we’ll take a side overnight trip to Toronto, where I intend to be very vocal in my dislike of the Yankees at a Yanks-Blue Jays game (for those of you keeping track at home, that will cover two of three baseball stadiums I’ve never been to, which is #64 on my list)!

Posting will probably be light, but I’ll definitely post a Three Things Thursday next week.  Have a wonderful vacation from me!

There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something better tomorrow.
— Orison Swett Marden

1. The nicest pharmacist ever

2. The start of 11 days’ vacation

3. A fancy, executive-length lunch with boss and co-workers, on the boss

What are you happy about today?

Hair brings one’s self-image into focus; it is vanity’s proving ground.  Hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices.
— Shana Alexander

Finally, after more than 18 months, I got a hair cut!

She cut at least two inches off, and it will look even shorter when I let it dry naturally, since I have curly hair.  I let her blow dry it and straighten it today. though, since David and I have our make-up date tonight.  I”m so pleased with it – it was really at the point where I either always wore it in a ponytail or it just hung down too heavily and wouldn’t really be curly anymore, so it was way past time to get a cut.

Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
— Oscar Wilde

1. The season premiere of Project Runway (finally!) – join Duchess Jane‘s chat room, if you like; that’s where I’ll be tonight at 9!

2. When the automatic gas pump stops exactly on the dollar

3. Writing in your journal

What are you happy about today?

The rose is a flower of love.  The world has acclaimed it for centuries.  Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant.  White roses are for love dead or forsaken, but the red roses, ah the red roses are for love triumphant.
— Unknown

So this weekend is the anniversary of the Best Weekend Ever.  We had reservations to go back to the Spanish restaurant tonight, but David is sick and I twisted my ankle pretty good, so I can’t wear heels, so we’re postponing until next weekend.  Plus, David had to work today (boo – they don’t pay him enough to work as much as he does) and is exhausted, so it’s unfortunate, but it’s for the best.

But, he just came home with these,

which are gorgeous, and which I wasn’t even expecting, and a sweet card.  We just put wine in the fridge for later, and we’ve got Sopranos and Barletts and plenty of movies to choose from, so we’re good to go.  Who knows what we’ll do for dinner, though.  It won’t be tapas, but it won’t matter, as long as the seat next to me on the couch is filled by my baby.