Measuring the Unmeasurable

I just met with an elderly Korean woman who couldn't pay her mortgage. She is close to being evicted (after a foreclosure sale) and she told me she was going to kill herself. I hate (that's another story) when people say that. I made her promise she would call me before she does anything- as if Under Dog could swoop out to Queens and stop her. She told me on other occasions that she would consider suicide before losing her apartment. Somehow today, I think she might really be seriously thinking about it. She brings me anti-aging products when she comes to see me (Like any freshly-turned 40 year old wants to talk about that). But, Alas over the months she has grown on me.

I have to write reports for my position. I have one due now (last moment's notice). A colleague always warns me "we need more metrics" in the reports. How do you fucking measure something like this? I HATE the word metrics. Maybe because I hate math. Maybe because I hate programs run based on data/measurements/ooooh metrics. Maybe because I am a schmuck. Not sure. But, I am sure- if in my report I included this simple, common story - it would get edited out.

Over the weekend, M and I were in Philadelphia for a baby shower. Friends down there threw us one for the philly friends/family. It was fun. Apparently alot of wine was consumed (some by me). M got the diaper bag she wanted. So did I. Let's just say they aren't similar. We aren't similar. But- we are. In that sort of ying-yang way. She can do math. She has large excel spread sheets on her lap top. They scare me. She probably likes the word -metrics-. She is rock solid and I am somewhere between liquid vapors and snowman. She likes to plan. I don't. M sent me an email today about when we would travel to block island in August. August? I don't know if I will still be breathing in August. It's strange when your own mother (who is a bit of a jesus freak) tells you your same-sex partner makes you more grounded. It's true- but I just don't like people noticing too much. As if I am Britney Spears, and she is Kevin Federline. Perhaps a bad comparison.

One thing I do know-absent the metrics- she will be an amazing mother.