this weekend was fairly great except for the part where i cooked some au gratin potatoes that made me violently ill.
this lady wore these boots out of the store like this, then was going to get on a bike. she witnessed a lot of laughing and chuckling and whispering on the part of my people, and therefore wouldn’t give us the satisfaction of mounting it in front of us. bitch.
my niece continued her reign of hilarity, concluding with a meltdown when she was denied the purchase of something she kept describing as “cindawella princess outfit.”
i was told there’d be spring. anytime now would be acceptable.
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It never fails to surprise me that the thing I always think I don’t really want ends up being the thing most pleasing to me. Last night it was an aquavit bloody mary, which, despite my foggy mind and tired eyes, I find myself craving this morning. For the month of March it is New Boyfriend who repairs my bike while I make him breakfast, who removes the splinter from my right ring finger because I am too squeamish to look, who is tall and smells nice and is funny and always seems to have a bowl of pistachios in his car and has a better vocabulary than I do spoken in an intriguing mash-up of east coast and midwestern accents.
There are only so many boyfriends a girl can have before she becomes tired and weary, perhaps less of the boys than the process. The dates and the showering and the job interview style interrogations. I’ve never really understood how people can enjoy this activity, but then there are lots of types of people I cannot understand. There are, I’m told, those who find the crush of a massive crowd invigorating rather than exhausting. They are probably the same mystifying beings who enter a loud, packed bar and feel the crackle of possibility rather than that same old squeak of cliche.
Spring has mostly sprung. The tulips shoot up from the recently unfrozen dirt and birds sing in the morning. When all the snow melted and a bunch of rain fell, a huge lake formed in the baseball fields across the street from the library. A loud and squawking flock of seagulls appeared, mistaking the flooded fields for the ocean.
Nobody in the building seems to have caught on that the best dryer in the laundry room is the one on the very far left. This morning there was a woman in there bright and early wearing a pink bathrobe. She was a sheepish smiler, almost as if she felt she had to apologize to me for showing up to the communal clothes washing area in such intimate attire. This little move was so cute that I sort of wished I could ask her if she wanted to be friends. I should have.
New glasses. Added benefits include improved vision, noted absence of huge scratch directly in front of eyeball.
In my ongoing quest to pinch a penny, I’ve recently switched from cable internets to dsl. The actual savings only amounts to about fifteen smackers a month, but still. It adds up, as they say. As I went about the business of making the switch, I was certain it would end up being one of those situations that proved to be a pain in the ass. Sure enough, there were problems necessitating hours of phone calls and culminating in a visit from the repairman.
The repairman and I seized the opportunity to spend some time together down in my basement, a place I found fascinating and the repairman deemed “creepy.” What I found most wonderful is that, upon not even that close of inspection, one can observe stickers bearing the name of Richard M. Daley, permamayor, affixed to each and every gas and electric meter. It is heartwarming to see the permamayor’s Quest To Put His Name On Everything In The City™ leaves not even my apartment building’s basement untouched.
This boy who rarely stirs before noon, upon being woken by me in the five-o-clock hour, asked, “Where is it?”
“Where is what?”
“The daylight.”
The other morning there was this infernal clatter so I strained toward the window and toward the sky and there was a line, a perfect line of Canadian geese. Coming back.
This morning I got up with a start, realizing suddenly the time change and the Things I Need To Do and I hopped out of bed and looked at the empty coffee vessel and went out into the morning. Lots of fog and low clouds and intermittent bouts of heavy rain. The kitty was extra cuddly last night and sometimes it was hard to distinguish the thunder from the train clattering by. See, just like that, something different.
It was warm for awhile and now it’s fixing to rain. Last night I went to the Korean grocery store and found many different kinds of mushrooms. I think my refrigerator now features five varieties. This morning the grocery delivery guy came about ten minutes to eight and I was all smeared mascara and braless in a wife beater with a jaunty bandanna, tipping with quarters. I accidentally ordered tiny bottles of beer and I felt that when I set them in the magic cold making box, I did so with extra care.
Today I do believe I will begin the process of new glasses getting. I am completely and totally screwed, and it will be nice to watch it all go down with clarity.
Someone please take me here. Great, thanks.
