I was doing my stuff (cleaning litter boxes) and preparing for Christmas (cleaning litter boxes) when it occurred to me it’s a Monday, not a weird endless Saturday like it’s felt for days, and that I should probably write you.
Really, all my chores and outings currently are just an ends to getting to sit down and watch another episode of Poldark.
It’s not even that good. It’s the same plot over and over. There’s this one arrogant guy, see, who hates Poldark.
And the plot is, the arrogant guy tries to do something to destroy Poldark and then it looks really bad for Poldark and then Poldark takes off his shirt
and then Poldark prevails in the end, sort of, and then the arrogant guy looks down his nose at Poldark, sort of defeated.
Sometimes that plot takes an entire season. Sometimes it’s one episode. In the meantime, everyone stares off a cliff into the water and their hair blows about.
And yet? I’ll say to Edsel, “We got everything done. Wanna watch another episode of Poldark with me?” and he always does.
Meanwhile, I have all next week off. I’ve got two Christmas Eve Plumb plans tonight and two Christmas Doris Day plans tomorrow, but other than that I am free. FREE! I will cost you nothing.
I made a deal with self that all this week, on days it isn’t a holiday, I will go somewhere new in Greensboro. Check out the sights.
On Saturday, I tried the all-wigs-all-the-time beauty supply store with my pal Jo.
I got concealer, foundation that was a bust, green red-correcting primer, sparkly copper cream eyeshadow, mascara, three kinds of nail polish (two of them MOOD nail polish) and sparkly pink lip gloss — OH! and an eyebrow gel.
Amount spent: $38.
Oh yes, I will be back.
They had lots of products there for (usually) African American hair but according to my Curly Girl support group, this product above will also work on angry Irish curly hair such as my own. I’d heard of all these brands but could never find them in my white-girl beauty supply stores. So now I know where to go next time I, say, run out of gel, a thing I JUST DID, but I’d already ordered a GIANT TUB of my regular gel, when just down the street was this stuff that people insist is even better. Dammit. Now I gotta WAIT and DELAY my gratification and instant gratification takes too long.
Here’s me last night in full-on pajamas but with my green corrector, concealer, new eyeshadow, new brow gel and new mascara. My face cost less than $38.
Anyway, that was Saturday.
On Sunday, I went to my old movie theater to see It’s a Wonderful Life with Ned, not that that’s the whole name of the movie. Afterward, we went to Crafted Taco, which, okay, I’d been to before years ago but in a different location. So I tried the new location in a bigger space downtown.
It looks empty in there, but really it was packed.
Everything’s so crowded right now that everywhere I go, I think, How long till I run into someone I know? I ran into this woman from work with her husband at the grocery store, and they were buying a frozen pizza and wine for their Christmas Eve Eve Plumb (I have to stop saying that) dinner.
They are my people.
Also and at some point during this endless what-seems-like-a-constant-Saturday, I made me a thermos of hot chocolate (I had to physically go out and buy a thermos, but now I have a thermos and you never know when I’ll need to bring my lunch pail and thermos to my new factory job or what have you) and went to see the balls.
There’s this neighborhood here in Greensboro that hangs these lit balls from all the trees, and photos from an iPhone do not do it justice. It’s just spectacular.
If you’re thinking of coming to Greensboro for a June Tour, and you come at Christmas and want to see the lights in this neighborhood, here is a tip from June: Crawling along this neighborhood behind the eleven million other cars also looking at the lights while also drinking hot chocolate from your new thermos results in having to pee really bad while stuck in festive crawling traffic.
It would be smarter to bring a festive salt lick.
Anyway, that’s m’Christmas so far, and today Ima try the little boutiques near me, see if any of ’em are open, maybe pick up a few hostess gifts and so on for the places I’m headed. I like to think I’m gift enough but perhaps that is not a universal emotion.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Unless you don’t celebrate it. In that case, have yourself a merry little Monday. Oh my god it so does not feel like a Monday.