I like that I've used most of the adapters in my international power kits. To say nothing of owning phone/laptop chargers for most of the industrialized world.
This would have been a goal of mine when I was younger if I'd thought about it.
I don't have photographs of people hanging in my home because I don't particularly like to be looked at in my own space.
"You're one of my favorite haircuts here," she said. "It's so detached and clean. You're like a fighter pilot in the forties."
Flattered, I asked, "May I steal that description?"
I want to appear not of my own time. Not of any time.
As the stained glass indicates, I am working on my brand vision strategy.
It's actually really nice to have my mother visit.
Friends and co-workers remain surprised that I have the blunt, abrupt, honest relationship with my mother that I do. They like that she visits - tonight she she crushed people in my monthly poker game - but still most people seem surprised that my mother and I have the discourse we do.
It's not an affectation. Nor, as some extra cynical co-workers suggest, an actress I pay to pretend to be my mother to conceal my origins in a lab someplace.
My current relationship with my Mom is healthily adult; both of us have seen the world and enjoyed it.
I'm headed back to Europe.
The usual suspects can expect postcards from at least a couple countries.
My resolve to come back remains unwavering.
The Admiral died last night after having severe kidney failure. His catsitters had taken him to the vet, who in turn referred him to a 24 hour treatment facility. He stopped breathing and was not responsive to CPR.