I am supposed to stop doing pro bono work.  How do the stars know, I ask you?

I have been working on various grants for a couple of friends…and each one has patiently queued up for the attention.  And, as far as I am concerned… it’s great experience; a good way to hone my skills and build a successful track record; and, I’m helping friends.  So unless, we start cashing in on a bunch of grants… I am telling the stars too bad and continuing to do the work.

Other things I continue to do…. mull over my things in storage… do I send them to PA?  wait til I commit to a location?  And what about when to go to France?  Yet, another thing to mull.  I am also mulling over a pair of tan pumps I need to go with a dress I got for Christmas.  Yes, brown would work – but I think my brown shoes are on the order of crazy clubbing, wedge platforms and a pair of dull brown flats to be worn around paranoid, Napoleon-type guys who are under the 5’10” mark.  So yes, a pair of tan pumps could be just what I need.

I continue to cook and work as a personal trainer for my parents.  They consider it a sort of love/hate experience.  The curses my mother isn’t saying to my face when I insist that she can do 32 more leg lifts… they are there.  But homemade flatbread with grilled souvlaki and fresh salad…kind of makes up for it, right?

And I continue to walk my dogs every day to wherever the ponies and horses are so that he can work up a lather barking and hopping back and forth warning them not to come to close, or else.  So far, they have heeded the warnings.

Off to work on yet another grant, despite warnings from the stars – I, unlike the horses, will not heed the warning….hope all is well with you, my friends.

As ever,

K. Quinn