Wow. Taking a break from blogging is like taking a break from dieting - once you go off, it's hard to start back again.
It was a busy weekend. First, Mr. Stapler, his wacky Norwegian housemate and I went to San Francisco to see our friend, genius-boy Tony Sossong get inducted into medical school.
The White Coat Ceremony is a special moment of family pride and a jumping-off place into a whole new life for the 150 students, who were chosen from over 5,000 applicants. I do believe I choked up a couple times.
Then off to Napa for a whirlwind winery tour with Mr. Stapler's friend Don, who owns Platypus Tours and who took us along for the ride on Saturday. Yikes. Even for me, who worked in the wine label business for years & years, there is an unimaginably large amount of grapes up there.
I mean, I'm a bit of a lush, but I was left wondering "Who the heck DRINKS all this wine?" Especially at the $100 a bottle place. As my old swimming partner Mimi (of Clos Mimi Winery) said "When it comes right down to it, it is just a BEVERAGE."
I spent yesterday reading blog posts and watching 9-11 videos and feeling bad. Then it occurred to me: "I do not have to feel bad about this." Is that a radical notion? I mean, really, when you get down to it, what good does my feeling bad do? Is there some benefit to me flogging myself about the horror? Whaddya think? Am I a monster?
Last Thursday I got a phrase stuck in my head. A really stupid phrase. I have no idea where it came from, but it popped up every 15 seconds or so ALL NIGHT LONG. And in my head, I didn't hear it in a cheerful, enthusiastic cartoon voice as you might expect, but the voice of a jaded old man. The phrase was:
"I'm Bloggy. The bloggerriffic blogger." Every 15 seconds.
Yeah, I know. They can present THAT one at my sanity hearing.
Oh, yeah, finally - new links at Linkateria.