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Magic Wholesale Show

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

I am sitting in a cafe in San Francisco. Being here with a 2 year old is not the same as being here single, unencumbered and jobless. I am leaving this time with no feelings of regret but at the same time I feel no real attachment to Portland either. Makes my stomach rather queasy feeling so ungrounded. Baby Wit has been hard core this past month. Kristin, our production manager, ended up in the hospital for over a week with a serious illness and I just hired 2 new people. Magic is right around the corner and we are slowly gearing up for it. Wonder if the show will just be a huge waste of $ or have a nice ROI. I promised Jim I would never do another tradeshow if this one didn't go well. Just takes so much out of a person but I am pretty damn excited about making this move.
While visiting I got to see some good friends but that feeling of detachment won't leave me. I don't know what is going on.
We ate at the Indian Oven for dinner our second night in town and entered some drug induced state of absolute euphoria. Jim commented that he understood the desperate hunt for Indian spices in the 1600s.
Last night we had dinner with some old friends and one of them had bright green hair, like bugs or frogs in the tropics might sport. Ava is still telling me "that green man scares Ava". Jim decided not to dye his hair green.
I can't write much because Jim is actually watching Ava so I can get some work done....
but I am pretty excited about our new line coming out this spring...

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