Next week we will let go of Summer time, our days will become shorter, and apples and oranges will fill our fruit bowls for months to come. I look forward to all of it (probably because sub-zero temperatures and snow blizzards are not in the cards where I live). For now, I will enjoy the last truly hot weekend of the year. Have a great one, wherever you are, whatever the weather.
I have been pulled in a million different directions in the last few weeks. The life of a freelancer who has to pick up jobs whenever they appear. And of a step-mother, frantically looking for an apartment for her daughter. And a planner, trying to put a vacation together, while running a household, managing an unsteady income, all the while worrying about the health of a close relative. Life, really, just a bit sped up.
A few days ago I went to see my former boss at the last record company I worked for, a catch-up chat of sorts, and I found out he had embarked on a joint venture that involved running his own label, but also the responsibly of delivering hits if food were to appear on his table. A long time friend, a successful photographer and soap opera director, started a radio project for teenagers, as a lark, and now wants to devote his time entirely to it, thinking an income will follow. A suddenly single girlfriend went the route of volunteering and will be leaving the country before the end of the year. Another girlfriend is starting a candy business in Antigua. And then there is the diplomat wife who, after a life spent moving around the world, has started a catering business. All these are friends my age or slightly older.