Archive for February, 2008
Well, last night I listened to Bach and ate a bag of Cheetos while I sat on the couch that still has nearly three-year’s worth of garage dust caked on it. It looked much nicer seven years ago when I bought it in downtown Boston.
Pretty exciting, yes?
The blind guy came and installed blinds yesterday, and no, he wasn’t actually blind. He had good eyesight from what I could tell.
Having my own garage is lovely and lonely, all at the same time. My dichotomy is evident, once again.
Eric, the blind guy, asked me what was in the aquarium when he saw all the shredded newspaper.
“A mouse,” I replied, wondering if I should leave it at that. After a second or two, I decided to engage instead of withdraw. “I bought him as snake food but then I named him, so now he’s a pet.”
“Do you still have the snake?” he asked, just making conversation while he drilled holes in the window frames.
“No,” I said, leaving it at that — an uncharacteristically short answer.
A little further into the conversation I said something about my dog, and he asked, “You don’t still have the dog?”
“No,” I tried again, but I could tell that just a plain “no” wasn’t going to do it. “I lost him in the move.”
“Oh,” replied Eric sympathetically. “You found a good home for him, then?”
“Yes,” I said, not wanting to share that Smokey was Jon’s dog, really. He loves us and we love him, but he’s Jon’s dog, as all things were Jon’s, including the garage.
And Jon tells me, “Angela, you left because you were unhappy. People don’t leave to get their own garages.”
And I want to say, “I left because you didn’t treat me well.” But I’ve said it a thousand times and he just rolls his eyes at me, so I’ve stopped saying it and just let him talk. I’m determined that he likes it that way.
“She hasn’t called me in four weeks,” he tells Babs when she stops by to see him because she misses him. Tell me, dear reader, can you think of any reason why I should?
“LJ’s mom is mad at you,” he says, as if somehow this is going to encourage me to come home. Oh, wow. Let me start packing my stuff and call the movers again. When is LJ’s mom not mad?
So I share my bitterness with you today, knowing that it finds root in and with you and that there are very few who stop by these pages who don’t understand. Thank you for that understanding. It means more than you can know.
Does it taste like cinnamon?
It tastes like home,
Hope you are all well!
“Be grateful for what you already have. Playfully declare what you would like to have with positive emotion, feeling as if it is already achieved. Act on the nudges and opportunities that appear.”
— Joe Vitale
Here’s to the power of positive thinking!
That’s all I have to say about that.
Just wanted you to know that I’m back. Exhausted, but back. Hopefully I’ll come visiting soon. I truly am sorry to have been such a poor blogging friend lately.
Peace and blessings to everyone.
Oh, and a picture of where I was. Surreal. I saw it in a dream once so found it haunting to have it materialize itself for me. My powers of manifestation scare me sometimes, but I’m rolling with that, too. Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, keep those doggies rollin’ . . .
Last night when we were out to dinner, I had a mini panic attack when one of the girls in a group of friends who has recently adopted me mentioned my Mayflower connection. How the hell did she know about that?!
Apparently the answer is that when your legally wedded husband refuses to sign a little piece of paper that says that you can purchase your own home and you go to a girlfriend’s house when invited over for “wine night” as a distraction and you end up drinking three bottles instead of three glasses, you blab to the room that you have a blog and why, yes, here’s the URL. And then they go and read it! Who knew?!
So, welcome, lovely ladies. You’re incredible. And I am so thankful that you have all taken me under your wing and encouraged me never, ever, under any circumstances, to live with a man again. It takes decades to find people who will offer that kind of encouragement! 😉
And because this used to be kind of a fun place to hang out before winter hit and because y’all were expecting me to be funny on this blog, I will repost some of my (hopefully) more funny moments. Because it seems to me that there was a time when I was funny. It just hasn’t been recently.
Spring is coming, though, and I have hope. For God’s sake, I’m leaving for Vegas on Sunday! For work, mind you, but still. Steve isn’t going to be able to come this year, so I’m not sure that craps will be any fun without him, and seeing as how I recently shackled myself to a 30-year mortgage, I may not gamble at all. But it’s something to pack for and a chance to escape the cold for a bit.
So to everyone who is new, and everyone who has been hanging in there with me, a few of the postings that have had the best reactions and gotten a chuckle or two. Cheers! (We’ll begin with a post on Scotch — my personal favorite.)
And my wish for all of you, as always, taken from my birthday post this year:
“May you live every day of your life” — Jonathan Swift
Scotch, Starbucks, baklava, robotic ponies and the redwoods. Yep. That about sums it up. Vegas, here I come!
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
by Robert Frost