OK — world’s worst blogger, right here. For all you people who still check this thing even though you haven’t heard squat in months: an update.
I became a Sr. Copywriter with Wunderman in April, after contracting there since December. Great place to work — love the work and the people I’m working with — nice view of the space needle and Olympic mountains from my workstation. Happy, happy.
I moved into a sweet 2-bedroom at the top of Queen Anne hill in March. Still unpacking boxes, believe it or not, but it’s quite livable, and there’s plenty of room for guests. I’ve been busy — what can I say?
Doing what, you ask? Well, um — visitors: Lama Dudjom Dorjee from Texas, and then my parents, in April. Dad hung curtains all weekend, bless him. Then there was my Craigslist addiction — several weekends taken up with acquiring the furniture I needed to store all the stuff I had shipped up from Dallas. Which reminds me — many, many thanks to my Dallas Dharma brothers, several of whom helped me move not once, not twice, but THREE times in a year and a half. John Springer handled the Dallas end of things — packing the crates that were then trucked up here by ABF (great company). And thanks to the crew of Dharma movers here who unloaded those crates in about an hour. Whew! Buddhists are helpful folks, if nothing else.
OK. So then there was May, which was focused primarily on the first visit of His Holiness the 17th Karmapa to America. Last stop was Seattle, at the end of the month, and preparation was intense. So worth it, though. This is the guy we went to see in India last summer. 22 years old, 17th in a powerful line of reincarnate lamas that’s almost 1,000 years old. Yes, I believe that.
June was largely about another relationship — one I’m hesitant to discuss too publicly just yet. I found a guy who’s sexy, sweet, successful in his work, AND who took me to the symphony for our first date. Somebody pinch me!
And now it’s July, and the sun has finally come out “for real.” Or so they say. It’s in the 70s and 80s most of the time. We have a rooftop patio on our building at work, which is great for afternoon catnaps. Life is so good, it scares me.
4 responses so far ↓
Tod // July 10, 2008 at 3:08 pm
I remember the first time I visited the Queen Anne neighborhood. I walked into a store with a big pink triangle sign. Imagine my surprise when instead of Pink Floyd memorabilia I found various “marital aids” instead.
loribmedia // July 10, 2008 at 3:16 pm
Yeah — it’s a real kids and dogs neighborhood at the top of the hill. Lots of great craftsman homes, wonderful shopping and dining.
Ellen Carter // July 11, 2008 at 11:37 am
Your new neighborhood sounds a lot like the old one – good for you. I’m so glad you’re happy there – I wish you the best and a little sunshine! I’d like to send you a little of our sun and heat from Texas!
loribmedia // July 11, 2008 at 12:17 pm
It is a lot like Winnetka Heights in many ways. My views are of beautiful old houses, not mountains and water, but I can get that if I walk down the street a bit. I didn’t have that option in WH! One other difference — it seems that the value of a well-preserved craftsman home is so high here, you don’t really have to worry too much about them being replaced by cheap McMansions. At least in my neighborhood.