I am here…you are still there…

Today I had to run an errand “downtown,”  so I prep very well, with my blazer, my scarf and looking real fall weather like.  The high was supposed to be mid-seventies, so I thought, this is my chance to look real cool.

Well, as soon as I opened the door, it was like “welcome to the Florida Fall.”  But I refused to take any of the pieces of my cool looking outfit off, and just suffer.  I blasted the air conditioner unit and said “let’s roll, even if it kills me, I am not caving in, it is looking cool and never let them see you sweat.”  So there I went.  Found the perfect parking spot, far away from the office where I had the appointment, so that gave me an opportunity to really show off my “perfect Florida Fall outfit.”

Then, at the office, there were guys suited up to the T, you know, playing being high rollers, knower-all-of-nothing, etc., etc.  You get my drift.  Forget about the women.  Using language that sounded complicated maybe to themselves, but sounded like a bunch of daily crapola to me.  Lawyers’ office.  Up there in the scale of stress, competition, spending all their salaries on their fancy lunches, driving leased cars they cannot afford, and watching their investments going down the street to meet the occupiers of that famous street in New York City.  The games we play.

That’s when I thought…I remember when I was there.  In that make pretend world.  I am so glad I am here at this space in my journey, just having one person to impress, and that is…Moi!  I am easy-going on myself.  Except when a scarf and a blazer are the order of the day.

Where am I supposed to go with all of this little story?  Hmmmm….this one has left me on the left field with no wisdom…oh, yes, the moral of the story is…all of us need to play the games of life sooner or later and the better we are at it, the more funny it is when we look back.  Lots of stories for your children.  Embellishments permitted.

Hmmm…not too pleased with today’s posting, but it is what it is.

So…it was today…2 November, 2011…counting down to Thanksgiving, and then…

Your Happy Contessa

“I ask not for a larger garden, but for finer seeds.”  Russell Herma Cornwell, American minister, orator, philanthropist, lawyer and writer.  15 February, 1843 – 6 December, 1925.

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I enjoy writing about my experiences in the land of many happy birthdays!

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