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Jul. 31st, 2009 05:21 pmThe weather here is by turns hot and oppressively humid, and raining. There is no middle ground. I'm hard pressed to decide if it's worse or better than back in Japan.
I have had something to do nearly every night since I got back - it's quite a change from the norm, having a life. Except when I don't have one, because there are a number of hours that I spend sitting around bored and lonely because everyone is working or unavailable.
Monday night, I got back, at Chinese food, and went to sleep. Tuesday I spent the greater part of the day shopping with my mother (most of my work clothes, and regular clothes, don't fit anymore since somewhen I went from a 12 to a 6).
Wednesday I saw Dana for lunch and discussed Greece. Wednesday night mom and I had dinner with Marie, Cody and Max Hoffman, and Cody's girlfriend, and then went to see Polabolus - a modern dance company that I had a very hard time staying awake for. (I'm not big on modern dance, I'd just as soon see a ballet, but even so the program was very slow, the music repetitive and slow, and all the lighting dark. You'd have a hard time not falling asleep, too.)
Yesterday mom and I met Jon and Emily Greenfield for dinner at iTrulli - a truly delightful Italian restaurant with a garden that is right by the apartment. Today mom and I went to meet our UBS financial adviser, who has money from a Roth IRA for me already and wanted to discuss opening a regular one because of all the money that is changing hands between my grandmother's and father's estates. I have had little to no interest in money all my life. All I ever knew was that we had it enough to be comfortable living in New York, and there was enough to take a family vacation nearly every year and a half.
My father always took care of the finances - his, my mother's, my grandmothers's (both of them). It's all so totally over my head, and the numbers are far larger than any I've ever had to deal with, that I don't know what to think. To top it off, there are too many sources for all these numbers - the house in Pittsfield we sold last summer, my grandmother's apartment (just the contents, we haven't put it on the market yet), my father's office, life insurance, inheritance. Honestly, I wish I could just ignore it, but that wouldn't work out very well.
But anyway.
My poupee is being very frustrating. I don't know how many times I've tried to dress the doll today, the stupid site won't acknowledge my saves. FROWN FACES UPON THEE, POUPEE.
Tonight I'm meeting Stevie, and I can only hope the rain (which has just started) stops before then.
I have had something to do nearly every night since I got back - it's quite a change from the norm, having a life. Except when I don't have one, because there are a number of hours that I spend sitting around bored and lonely because everyone is working or unavailable.
Monday night, I got back, at Chinese food, and went to sleep. Tuesday I spent the greater part of the day shopping with my mother (most of my work clothes, and regular clothes, don't fit anymore since somewhen I went from a 12 to a 6).
Wednesday I saw Dana for lunch and discussed Greece. Wednesday night mom and I had dinner with Marie, Cody and Max Hoffman, and Cody's girlfriend, and then went to see Polabolus - a modern dance company that I had a very hard time staying awake for. (I'm not big on modern dance, I'd just as soon see a ballet, but even so the program was very slow, the music repetitive and slow, and all the lighting dark. You'd have a hard time not falling asleep, too.)
Yesterday mom and I met Jon and Emily Greenfield for dinner at iTrulli - a truly delightful Italian restaurant with a garden that is right by the apartment. Today mom and I went to meet our UBS financial adviser, who has money from a Roth IRA for me already and wanted to discuss opening a regular one because of all the money that is changing hands between my grandmother's and father's estates. I have had little to no interest in money all my life. All I ever knew was that we had it enough to be comfortable living in New York, and there was enough to take a family vacation nearly every year and a half.
My father always took care of the finances - his, my mother's, my grandmothers's (both of them). It's all so totally over my head, and the numbers are far larger than any I've ever had to deal with, that I don't know what to think. To top it off, there are too many sources for all these numbers - the house in Pittsfield we sold last summer, my grandmother's apartment (just the contents, we haven't put it on the market yet), my father's office, life insurance, inheritance. Honestly, I wish I could just ignore it, but that wouldn't work out very well.
But anyway.
My poupee is being very frustrating. I don't know how many times I've tried to dress the doll today, the stupid site won't acknowledge my saves. FROWN FACES UPON THEE, POUPEE.
Tonight I'm meeting Stevie, and I can only hope the rain (which has just started) stops before then.
