The Wrong Platform

In an attempt to catch the 5:41 R5 Express to Wayne from Suburban
Station Thursday, I ended up going to the wrong platform. Most of the
time the Paoli R5 leaves from 4B platform. The exception is the 5:41
PM express which waits on the far platform 7B. Matthew's game was on
that night and I was trying to get to Immaculata for most of it. I
jogged pretty much from 2000 Market to platform 4B and the train
waiting there was the R7. When I rushed over to 7B, not only did the
closed train doors taunt me, but a few passengers got a good laugh as
they watched me rant and bitch to myself, weezing. What a grind.

Finding CIM City

With the help of an evil canine and a construction elevator CIM City
has been found. I checked out the 15th floor of the Comcast Center
earlier this week. Fantastic. The color reminds me of the orange red
carpets we had in our house in the mid 70s. Ironically, it seems to be
the same color in one of the Sun corporate brands. The can be nothing
more different than 2000 Market CIM floors and the new floors at the
Comcast Center.

Bring your vertical polarizing sun glasses!

Outsourcing Mother's Day

Started month four at Comcast today. I feel like I have been there a
year. The most precious resource I have these days is time. I am sure
that most of this issue is that I am in a very different pace in a
totally new job. In any case I am not finding time to get to all the
things I want to. I would have liked to help the children get
organized for Mother's Day but it was impossible. I enlisted a foreign
national to get this work done. Dani, our nanny, is creative and would
hardly consider it a task or chore to go to the mall. I told to just
take care of it.

Dani did a great job. Jack and Jillian helped pick out a #1 Mom
pendant and they made a T-shirt with handprints and a family cheer.

I did my part and let Tara sleep in a little and we all brought
breakfast up to her in bed. I cook breakfast weekends anyways so this
all worked out well. At this point any Mother's Day is better than
2001 when while retrieving flowers for Tara at Waterloo Gardens
Matthew feel on his face and cut his lip - I believe he screamed
until dinner that day.