A Rainy Night In Mo-Town

Today marks the beginning of a new month: September.


September, that glorious month signaling the end of Summer, the beginning of Fall, and the close of Q3.


In this blogger's opinion, September is a rather delicious month, however, not nearly as delicious as October, which brings us full-on fall action.


Greetings, dear reader, from a wine-soaked rainy night here on the northeastern seaboard, thanks to Ernesto, the tropical depression that delivered nothing more than a lot of rain and f-ed up flight patters along the eastern seaboard. Pre-Ernesto, we've had an usually cool and breezy spell, a tantalizing taste of fall ... and it ROCKS!!!

Why all the near-nympho descriptions of the weather and pending seasons?

Because FALL is my favourite transitional season. Summer and Winter be damned, give me the transitional months. Spring and Fall represent, for me at least, closure and budding promise, simultaneously. Cooler, crisper air, changing leaves, football, basketball, and the hope that perhaps the right guy might come along to share the air and leaves with while you're rocking those cute fall sweaters, jeans, jackets, and boots.

The idea of closure and budding promise are perpetual themes in my life, especially in my professional life at the moment.

Still employed at Limbo Incorporated for the moment. No complaints other than the usual. I traveled this week for the first time in a while ... It wasn't a particularly thrilling trip, however, it was nice to get out and on the road for a couple of days.

Ovulation + Grounded Road Warrior = A Very Restless Professional In Purgatory

(Buy your stock in the Gillette Company, parent company of Duracell, readers ... I can guarantee a temporary rise in stock prices and record profitability this week)

Three GREAT interviews to report in the last week! These experiences only further solidify my theory that interviewing and dating are one in the same (minus the sex ... Well, unless you're casting for a porn film in the San Bernadino Valley). There are two serious front-runners, and my Spidey Senses tell me that I may end up with an offer for both. They're both great opportunities, however, one's like Aidan (great opportunity, stable, one you wouldn't pass up but still feel like there's something slightly better out there), and the other like Mr. Big. Forgive me for the Sex In The City comparisons here, but hey, I'm a woman in my late 20's (6 months from 3-0), and yes, Sex In The City shaped my late-20-something experience.

Sue me.

In the meantime, it's a long weekend, it's cool and rainy here in the treehouse, I've got a bottle of yummy Pinot Noir on, I'm being courted by two great companies, my oldest niece started pre-school this week AND is potty trained ... life is good and I can't complain. (OK, so the last ridiculously hormonal ovulation cycle left me feeling like the 29-Year Old Virgin, and a little twinge of I Wish I Had A Man Syndrome, but it has since passed.)

Overall Status: Pleasantly Soaked in Pinot Noir and GOOD! :-)

P.S.: One last gush ...
I saw STEELY DAN and Michael McDonald a few weeks ago, and it was FREAKING AWESOME!!! (also further evidence I was born 15 years too late.) Overall a very worthwhile experience to go at alone, definitely one you don't want to attend with someone who's not at all into it.

Though I must admit, I laughed out loud during MM's set thinking of Paul Rudd's rant in The 40-Year-Old Virgin about 2 years of watching the Michael McDonald concert DVD, and subsequent threat to "Ya Mo murder everyone in the store."

P.P.S: Second last gush ...
If you are not a watcher, you MUST MUST MUST catch Season 2 of Weeds on Showtime. Whether or not you're pro- or anti-wacky tobacky, it's a well-written engaging series, heartfelt and human, with second-to-none casting and acting. Next to Grey's Anatomy, it's the only other show I will run home to watch, or at least be VERY upset if I miss it.