Oh, Susana

Okay, so I have ten minutes to blog. There are a few things I've been thinking to write about. But before I get to those I'd like to take this opportunity for a public slam. Adam remarked to me this morning that Susana has been slacking, and not living up to her decision to post every day. Just an observation... (I never committed to doing such a thing, so I can rationalize my stone throwing.)

Last night at about 8pm I was sitting at my computer and realizing that if I didn't get up, I would be stuck doing useless procrastinatory things all night. So I called Susana. (One lesson we've been learning is in order to grow, we need other people.)

She was on her way out to do some errands, including buying a spring-form pan for one of her famous (delicious) cheesecakes. I went with her. We had some trouble finding the right pan, and went to about 5 stores before finding a suitable candidate. Standing in the Bay searching for the right one, Susana was getting (understandably) frustrated. I taunted her a litte bit: "Maybe God is trying to teach you some patience." In the best straightforward, no-crap Susana voice she could muster, she told me "I don't have time for patience." I laughed out loud.

Please remember that I love Susana dearly. I don't think I'd be able to get away with writing all of this in such a public space if she didn't know that.

(Sus - if you hate me now, please let me know and I'll take this off. kisses, z.)