Going to my trainer in the morning is messing with my blogging, and one has to decide what’s more important: my physical health or the 15 people who wait to read me. I think the answer is clear. That trainer is fired!
Really what I need to do is blog the night before on mornings I have said trainer. But, for example, last night I wasn’t feeling great and you know what’s riveting? Reading someone’s blog about when she can fit in blogging.
Say “blog” one more time, June.
Also, while we’re being boring, do you remember the other day I said I deleted all my dating sites, but while I told you that some dude’s text screamed across my screen because I’d given him my real number?
After I was done talking to you, I wrote him back, and carefully and kindly explaining my writing schedule. Then last night we actually spoke on the phone. Once again we talked about my writing, and I explained to him that I just took one hour, ONE HOUR A DAY, to write, and how I used to date someone who’d call me every single morning during that hour on his way to work and how berserk it made me to be interrupted and so on.
He seemed clear on the concept.
This morning he texted anyway, then wrote, “I know. Shhhh.”
Who here is irritated AF? Does that not seem like inevitable the path to, “I will never acknowledge your needs”? Lort.
This morning after I returned from the trainer, who wears training pants, I let the dog out, and any time I ask, “Do you wanna go outside?” Milhous runs to the door, too. I saw them way out back together, looking adorable like Milo and Otis or something, so I ran to get my phone to take a photo and of course when I returned they were just waiting for me to let them back in. There are no yard-frolic photos to show you.
But Milhous regularly sidles up under Eds. It’s so nice. I’m glad he has a friend. I mean, he still has Lily, but Lily won’t go outside with him.
I don’t have much else to tell you, except that I ran out of contacts this week and had to go to my eye guy to get more. When I said “eye guy” I thought of that animated character that’s just a big eye. Anyone who has kids will know. Then you’ll tell me those movies are really good and they make them so adults will like them too. My one big eye is currently rolling at you.
After I got my contacts, I popped into my old Chinese restaurant, not that I ever owned it, but it’s the one I went to all the time in my old neighborhood and why so stout. Remember that place? I used to say their slogan was, “It’s close by.” That was really their only selling point.
Yesterday, since I was in the strip mall to get my one big eye, I strolled down and got me some (surprisingly delicious) cashew chicken. (Seriously it was so good.) I remembered that one time, back in 2011 when Marvin and I were first separated, when I was waiting for my food and reading a free newspaper when I FELT rather than saw Marvin walk in. I looked up and sure enough, there he was at the counter.
I had such a wave of nostalgia remembering that. When Marvin left town it was a mere blip on my radar, so involved with my new life was I. And now it might just be that I will never ever see Marvin again. Isn’t that weird? Thinking of it makes me sad.
Why are all Chinese take-outs decorated the same? Do you think there’s a Chinese take-out decorating catalog, like how when I was a church secretary I’d page through the churchy catalog and order communion? “Now, do we get the whole wheat God or white God?”
Okay, I have to go. I have to read a deck, which I know sounds like I’m staring at wood over water. Oooo, do you know what I wish I had? Is some more of that Wood Sage & Sea Salt perfume. It costs 11 million dollars so all I ever have are samples when I can get them.
Do you know what you just witnessed? ADD in action, right there. That’s m’brain being all ADD. Jesus. Whole wheat Jesus.
Okay, really going. Oooo, one more thing. I’m fixing up two people I know and it’s SO EXCITING. Further reports as developments warrant.
P.S. The other night I was on the phone with my Aunt Kathy, and she said someone poo-hoo’d a situation. I didn’t want to forget to tell you that. You might poo-hoo me for adding a P.S. but I’m telling you anyway.