Swimming in Quicksand

Swimming in Quicksand

A Diary of Life, Love and Staying Afloat
 
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French Talk of Climate Change

THE TALK BEFORE DINNER 

We weren't in Copenhagen but we may as well have been, as all the talk was straight out of the climate conference and the speaker is on the front lines for France as the Sarkozy appointee to keep an eye on the poles. He is a former Prime Minister. He talked passionately and for a very long time befoe dinner at the French Ambassador's residence. It was the last Kalorama Lecture of the year. 

SOME OF THE LISTENERS

The conversation was stimulating - and often heavy - but the menu was loaded with the good cheer of the season. Creme de Potiron et Jambon fume with a 2006 Santenay. That course was followed by Confit de Canard with Petits Legumes d'Hiver with 2000 Les Hauts de Pontet-Canet, followed after a pause by the chef's dramatic Vacherin a la Vanille, Sorbet Fraise and hot fudge sauce. The person on my left is the ambassador's science advisor. On my right was a man who is running a magazine. My guest, Henry, was seated by a woman he hadn't been reunited with in ages. 

DINNER IS UNDERWAY

THE DESSERT AND CHAMPAGNE, AT THE READY 

And last but not least, all the tables were dressed with sumptuous assortments of red roses.

Altogether Now: Woe Is Me

Unfortunately I ate it so fast there was no opportunity to take a pic of the great bagel I had today at Georgetown Bagelry on River Road. Seriously, the bagels there are worth driving out of the way. I had the "everything," toasted, with a schmear, and a cup of Joe. It was only about a ten minute drive beyond the office of the doctor who is fixing my Plantar's Faciitis. Fortunately I do not need surgery, but I do have to get shots and do therapy. The other good news is I don't have to give up Boot Camp, just be cool about the sprints and jumping jacks until the issue is resolved.  

Now I'm doing my monthly torture of going through the mail. Oy vey. It would be less painful to just sit here and bang myself in the head with a hammer. First I make one big pile of all the mail. Then I start tossing and sorting and tossing and tossing and tossing and a little more sorting. Finally - like now - there are piles. There's the "needs further review" pile, there's the "put this in the calendar" pile, there's the "call and apologize for missing this" pile, there's the "pay this" pile, and lastly there's the "DefCon Three" file, which means just what you imagine it means. 

While I sort I listen to Joan Hamburg on WOR in New York, or calming music. With the music the bird sings along. 

But this is a job for Medical Marijuana. I swear. Those lucky Californians...

NYSD Today

It's all about divas in my NYSD column today. Read it here.