…especially for my friend in the same time zone…
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Dad called yesterday. Big, exciting news in Fond du Lac…a new Pic n' Save. When I get down about living here, I must remember the alternatives.
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When a favorite customer of mine came in the shop the other day, we immediately started up our usual friendly chat. She mentioned that she had visited our new store just down the street and 'the guy there' (either my boss or co-worker, identity unconfirmed) had "…gone on and on about how efficient you are".
Hmm. "Efficient". I'm not sure if that's the reputation I'd like to proceed me. There are so many other choices…friendly, funny, hard-working, and what's wrong with adorable? -
Last week, I got a little surprise in the mail, and boy, did it ever make my day! When I first got the delivery notice, I was puzzled–what had I ordered? Did I order something online and forget about it again? When the box arrived, I was even more puzzled..Pottery Barn Kids?
No mistaking it when I opened the package—-divided trays! RED divided trays! Only one person knows me that well and would get such a kick —Miss Dawn!!
I think I'm the only person I know who loved 'hot lunch' in grade school. Or built paper napkin 'dams' at dinner time. I remember my divided plate with great fondness (Mom finally gave in and got me one, having grown disgusted with soppy napkin bits on my plate). I love flying, mostly for the nifty dinner service.
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waaay too much time on my hands…. -
Ruby is addicted to the leash-free area of the park now–if I don't take her each evening to play with her friends, I have one mopey, whiney dog on my hands. As long as it's not a downpour, that's where you'll find us each night—she does an 'ape shit' run that the crowds adore, it's mildly embarrassing for 'mommy'—ears back, flat-out running in circles as fast as she can, just round and round for a full five minutes before collapsing in a little doggie-spasm on her back, preferably in a pile of ants. Dogs. -
This is summer? THIS? -
I have been single for too long. When I had a guest over for dinner last week, I was a wreck. Not with the usual date-jitters, but just by the thought of anyone being in my teeny, tiny apartment. I'm not known for having company over–there's barely room to swing a cat, much less entertain. And I'm hopelessly private about my home.
All day long, five days a week (or more) for nearly fifteen years, I've worked in retail. In retail, you are a captive to the public—anyone can walk in that door and you have to interact with them, no matter how painful that may be. So, as a result, I jealously guard my alone-at-home time. I've told people to go away through the mail slot. All friends know that the drop-by is the worst of sins.
I had a knot in my stomach the entire dinner—and a little voice in the back of my head gritting its teeth and muttering "Get out of my house, get out of my house, get out of my house." Any doubt I have trouble dating??? Poor guy didn't stand a chance.
One thing I've learned this time around is that maybe I haven't been single for too long, perhaps instead I haven't been single long enough. Down in the honesty section of my gut, I actually like it, maybe even prefer it. I'm back on my two-one-bedroom-apartments-with-double-hotelstyle-doors as the perfect domestic situation for me. -
They tell me that summer here actually starts AFTER the 4th of July. Let's hope so, I've worn out my sweaters.
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Aside from the usual suspects ("Cooking for One", Netflix, a tv in the bedroom, an out of control 'Hobby Budget', the obligatory dog, a quick ability to divide dinner checks by 3, etc), my life as a Chronically Single Gal has reached a new low.
I use spray-on moisturizer. It helps to reach the middle Siberia that is the bit of back not reachable by most standard-issue arms.
The other evening, on the tv in the bedroom, I saw a commercial for a **New & Improved** spray bottle moisturizer—it works even, drumroll please, UPSIDE DOWN.
Now this, THIS, is a big deal.
