Just Enjoy
Rhubarb Pink Peppercorn Mignonette, Part-Time Hiring, Double Hitters, 24 Hours in Maine, and Everything Happening All at Once.
It’s 5:04 on Thursday May 23rd. I just ran into a friend walking back from a coffee meeting, she was saying everything’s coming in really clearly for her right now - I feel the same. It feels like I’ve been waiting a long time for a lot of things to happen and they’re happening all at once.
Last Sunday I surprised my mom for Mother’s Day in Maine. I drove up Sunday AM (4.5 hours!) and returned Monday AM (7.5 hours?!). I got to hold my Nana’s hand and put my head in her lap. I read (saw on Tik Tok) that people with Alzheimers find comfort in being reminded of the innate feeling of caring for someone else. My Nana’s in memory care and I noticed baby dolls lying around, I’m assuming for that reason. Over winter when I had food poisoning my Nana held my head in her lap and kept saying “thank you” and “I love you,” which felt overwhelmingly lovely considering she doesn’t typically recognize me. Anyways, if anyone has anyone with Alzheimers in their life, I highly recommend giving them an opportunity to comfort you.
Yesterday I had my first double hitter for work. I booked two gigs for Wednesday, both from 6-9pm. Thankfully I have an amazing team of producers, shuckers, bartenders, and PAs that I can rely on. I felt a bit like Hermione Granger with the time turner in the Prisoner of Azkaban.
I’m getting to the place where I realize it’s time to bring on some consistent part-time help. I’ve done it in the past but work has ebbed and flowed so much that it hasn’t made total sense. I’m now in a consistent enough flow that I’m ready. Going to start interviewing for this next month…
Today I’m a bit tired and slightly amused/concerned that I’m leaving town for the weekend and have movers coming on Wednesday (having not done anything to move outside of 2 hours of basement inventory and organizing). I keep doing this thing where I speak to myself as 1 year from now, 10 years from now, and on my deathbed. Deathbed Zoë keeps saying to just enjoy my life.
It’s now 5:51 on Friday and I’m on the LIRR heading to Southhampton with dwindling wifi.
Chat soon.
Z