Not really a vacation, of course

So I am back from the Jewish Sunshine State. Not as much sunshine as I would have liked (my grandma kept apologizing for the weather) and certainly not as much relaxation. But I did get in a good night of bingo. Her boyfriend from Philly who has been there for 10 or 12 weeks was there Staying in the apartment) and doing his best to get on my nerves. I was thrust on him and her other pushy friend from Brighton Beach a couple of times without her, since she needed to stay home and rest after her accident last weekend. Oy vey!

My second deal is hitting some snags and so I made a decision to actually go to work tomorrow morning, rather than have my traditional Wednesday morning of pilates, breakfast and healing appointment. It sounds like an easy decision, but I am attempting to think differently, energetically, about the situation and not run around in the same circles I've been running around in for years. Here's the snag. Reluctantly, the client has done each thing I have asked of her, including getting her father's tax return, coming up with an extra month of security and delivering paperwork on Friday when she was supposed to be packing, even when she found it unfair. The latest is that the landlord wants her father (the guarantor) at the lease signing. I find this outrageous and unnecessary, but then again, I am not the property owner. I will personally pay for the FedEx and notarizing of his signature if it means he doesn't have to come down, because according to my colleague and the president of my company, he has already declined this instruction. In any case, I don't know if my sparkling personality or unique insight will make one iota of difference, but I suspect my energy might. So that's why I am choosing to go in.

While I was away I had some thoughts about family and caregiving and my own recent past that I'll share another time. Now it is time to get tired and go to bed!