tidying up ...

I’m glad 2006 is history. It was a good year for me but lacked real focus. By focus I mean knowing what I want to do when I grow up. My first career was satisfying. Now I’m ready to throw myself into a second one. If BC had lived we would probably still be retired and travelling but it didn’t happen that way. The bf is at the top of his game career wise and that has motivated me to get busy again. What I want to do next is property development. BC and I dabbled in that in the eighties and I enjoyed it. Dark and I have been talking and he’s encouraged me to try my hand at it again. He would prefer I do it in LA but I’m going to start in London.

Last week we sent the niece and nephew back to Houston and took down all the Christmas decorations. We talked about spending New Years Eve in Paris but decided to stay home instead. A few friends came to dinner and we wound up on the roof deck at midnight. Some of the fireworks were visible. It beat Millennium New Years Eve by a mile. BC and I were in the mob around Big Ben for that one being trampled, pushed, and shoved – never again.

Now I start looking at properties to develop. The smart thing would be to do a single flat first to get my feet wet again but I’m leaning toward buying a building with multiple flats. The hassles are the same if it’s one flat or an entire building. I have the experience of buying and redoing my house here and dealing with all the problems associated with getting the planning consents for a grade II building. English contractors and tradies are deservedly notorious for being lazy and sloppy but I can kick ass and motivate with the best of them. I’m psyched for the challenge. Now where can I find a bull whip in London? Oh yeah, a Soho sex shop ...

Two birthdays passed last week without mention here. One was inconsequential but the other deserves acknowledgement. First for the unimportant one – Pedal Faster, Dorothy turned 2 Christmas Day. Whether or not it sees a third is up in the air but for now its option has been renewed. (see how you talk when your bf is in the biz?). Speaking of the bf brings me to the second birthday – his, the one that deserved celebration. He turned 44 on the 28th. He got a party at Gordon Ramsey’s Chelsea restaurant and some porn star quality sex when we got home. Belated public Happy Birthday wishes, babe!

I wish us all health and happiness in 2007. Now lets get busy.