Obviously, Shakespeare had parting and not cupcakes in mind (probably) when he wrote that line, and it was indeed very sad to drive Adrian to the airport last night after our awesome week together in San Francisco.
Anyone who knows me at all, knows I love a good cupcake, and just before we left we found this cupcake delivery trunk parked across from Acre. A Cupcake Miracle, if you will. (I mean there are actually cupcakes in the windows of a moving vehicle!)
Our last day was our quietest, with laundry-like chores and packing.
The great news is that Adrian will be back quite soon, and definitely as soon as Belle and I have settled on digs.
I came home from the airport prepared to collapse, but Val talked me into an early evening drink. All our local haunts turned us away (a wedding reception at Don Pisto’s — which seems like an earthy and festive idea, for example), so we ventured to Original Joe’s (which is not actually the Original Joe’s) where they seemed quite confused for a moment by Belle, and then rather welcoming.
Belle doesn’t like to show it, but I can tell she really misses Adrian. Her napping has got a very bluesy feel today.
There was another exciting thing to celebrate yesterday: my first client as a writing coach/adviser/consultant/mentor (I haven’t figured out my title yet.)
It’s the most obvious and natural outgrowth of what I’ve been doing informally for friends forever. Re-listening to the David Neagle CDs where he speaks about how you’ve solved problems that other people are facing and you can share your expertise with them really hit home. I tend to forget that I’ve had a bunch of books published and plays and movies produced (and that Yale B.A. in English) because I’m so absorbed in the challenge of launching the next venture.
So now I’m EXTREMELY excited to launch this business/project/venture with a few more clients, people I can actually truly help. It seems so perfect in the most obvious and beneficial way for everyone.
And don’t worry –– Belle will cheer up as soon as she sees the ocean again (and/or meets a stranger and/or gets a whiff of food, or even if I just leave the room for two minutes and return.)
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