In all the time I have been blogging, have I ever posted less than three times in a single month (except when I was on hiatus, obvs)?

The answer is no. no. no.

But this month, this December 2006, may well find me posting a total of three times over the course of 30 days. But before I go any further, let me answer some questions:

1) No, it is not snowing, nor has it snowed. We had a very light dusting one evening a few nights ago, but other than that the balmy weather continues unabated and profoundly celebrated. Taking walks in the sunshine-- sockless and wearing just a cotton hoodie for cover is damn sweet. I know the cold will come but we are about SIX WEEKS behind the normal bitter bitchslap and it makes a world of difference in how I experience the mountain life.

2) The "lumix" haikus did refer to my camera-- the panasonic Lumix that I treasure.

3) Where I have been: gala, party, meetings, party, walking the dogs, prepping big statewide events for January, meeting with people from this loveliest museum with whom we have set up a whole series of museum study programs* for next year. All of which is to say-- not in front of my computer except when I am madly creating a mailing that needs sending that day.

The gala event was trippy. T was in his tux looking ready for the red carpet, I was in a new skirt purchased especially for the occasion and felt like a million bucks-- very swish-- who knew, non-profit world means lots and LOTS of parties? Not me-- but I am loving it. I get to invite any friends I want-- which I did so basically, a big, gorgeous, catered, amazing event where me and my buds just party down-- killer.

The good news about Daisy is that the dollars spent at the vet are compensated by the fact she is a true Yankee girl and has yet to have a toy that wasn't made by T or a hand-me-down from the butterscotch boys. Yes, the girl loves her some trash: toilet paper rolls, paper towel rolls, string and masking tape balls (a T speciality), and old socks.

She has been to the vet more than normal as she has an issue with one eye that causes both to weep-- we don't know if she was born with it or it was the result of an accident in her litter, but she will have to have surgery when she gets big enough. Meanwhile she gets an ointment 3X daily and I have my paycheck direct-deposited into the vet's account.

No pics at the moment-- but she is looking good-- fat and pretty. She doubled her weight from 3.6 lbs to 6.7 in just over three weeks. I won't bore you with the lubba dubba of my love for her, suffice to say, we are smitten with the girl.

Tomorrow I go down to Boston to see a play that I may be bringing up here next year-- yes, going down to Boston to see a play = work. Holy hell.

I'll stay on with Tara and we'll do some citifying of my soul-- movies, spa, shopping, restaurants, etc. Then Sunday morning I fly down to Philadelphia to join in the celebration of my dad's 80th birthday.

I'll be back here on Tuesday the 19th. That's right, T alone with 3 dogs for 6 days-- his very own Survivor.

I would say sorry for this paltry post and sorry for being gone so much and sorry for not scooting around blogville, but I'm deep in real life right now. And we all know I am nobody's multi-tasker. But I will be back before Christmas, I promise-- with pics and whatnot.

Be well-- be merry and bright!

* P.S. This book is new to me and an absolute delight-- if you are interested in introducing kids to the concept of museums and galleries. We will be using it next year in this museum studies program, and I am giving it to my 4 year-old niece for Christmas. It's wonderful-- just wanted to share in case it hits anyone else's sweet spot.

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