Yes, it's true. I have once again let an entire month pass without updating my blog. I'm not sure that anyone really cares one way or another, but my New Year's resolution was to update my blog on a biweekly basis. And in only 39 days, that resolution is moot.
Travel is settling into a routine now. I spend two weeks in San Francisco and two weeks at home. Of course, it's not that straightforward- I spend the last week of one month, and the first week of the next in San Francisco- so technically I was in California January AND February of 2010. And I am going back in February, to return to Tennessee in March. Since I am temporally dyslexic to begin with, I never know where the hell I am. My world... and welcome to it.
Somehow, in all this travel, I seem to have been targetted as a threat to national security.
Every time I go through security at SFO, I am pulled aside and frisked. Nothing starts a journey better than a full body pat-down. People, this is what I look like.
Puh-leeze! I am only a threat to plastic flamingoes. I am too old, too fat, and too adorably cute to terrorize anything. Yet still, without fail, I get spread-eagled and manhandled every time I try to leave the Golden State. The airways have been protected. Tennesseans can rest well in their beds, secure in the knowledge that the Kate Lapczynski threat has been neutralized. Sigh. Makes me really want to rush home, you know.
That, and the fact that in Tennessee I have Obligations and Responsibilities. I have O's and R's to my family, to my friends, to my church, to the GFWC Tullahoma Woman's Club, (of which I am President); to the Highland Rim DIstrict of the General Federation of Women's Clubs of Tennessee (of which I am outgoing president); to the Order of the Daughters of the King; and to my cats. That all these O's and R's are also the great joys of my life helps to diminish the stress, but life is more stressful in Tennessee than in California.
In San Francisco, I don't have stress. I have housework. No friends, no family except Dave, no cats. I cook, I clean, I do laundry, I grocery shop- in short, I do all the things I pay other people to do for me in Tullahoma. I suggested a housekeeper for the apartment in SF but Dave somehow found the idea preposterous. Here was his reaction to that suggestion.
Men. Do they really think women LIKE to do housework? I know somebody has to do it, but why does it have to be ME?? I have always HATED housework. I've been doing it for 42 years now and it still sucks and it ain't likely to go away. While in San Francisco this last time, I did 30 loads of laundry. That's right, you heard me, 30 FRIGGING LOADS! How does one man generate that much laundry?
But I digress.
There's never any urgency in San Francisco but, sadly, there is way too much in Tullahoma. I live my life on a permanent two week deadline, which makes my life at home hectic. For example, this week, I have to finish the reports that go in to GFWC every year, due on February 15th. On the 10th, I have my TWC Board meeting. On the 11th, I have a luncheon date with the woman who will be succeeding me as District President. That evening, I have a meeting of the Daughters of the King. On the 17th, I have the general meeting of the Tullahoma Woman's Club. The 19th is Becca's birthday. Did I mention that I am also teaching two on-line biology courses this semester?
I go back to SF on the 20th. It will be restful and boring.
The one upside to SF is that while I am doing the dishes, I am looking out at Mission Bay. This past week there was a small scale Spanish galleon in the bay. Which doesn't suck. And I do a lot of walking, since the grocery store, Starbucks, Panera, Borders, Walgreens, Wells Fargo, an IMAX theatre and many other wonderful things are all within three blocks of the apartment.
And, of course, that is where my husband lives now. It's nice to see him every couple of weeks. He's a pretty good guy. He just needs an attitude adjustment re domestic help.
