Thanks for your help on whether Ned and I should move to Winston or not. We decided not. So now we're back to no house to move to. The problem is, the first one was so perfect, so every time we see a cute one, Ned says, "Yeah, but if the house on Victoria came back, we'd take it, right?"
I wonder if he did that with me? I wonder if every time he started liking me, he'd think, Yeah, but she's not that old girlfriend with the huge bazooms. Okay, there's no way he had any girlfriend ever with more bazooms than me. But something.
Anyway, no house. Someone find me an old house with charm with a fenced-in yard. Is that too much to ask?
God, there's nothing worse for me than hearing "brand-new." Blech. I want little nooks where you used to place a phone. I want a breakfast nook. Nooks are very big with me. As are crannies.
In other news, Marvin came to lunch yesterday, as opposed to Sidney Poitier, who clearly came to dinner. Marvin got a job in Atlanta and is moving there, although he'll be traveling back this way as often as he can to see his fiancee, who has a house and a child and can't just throw her troubles in an old kit bag and follow Marvin everywhere (the way I did).
Poor broken-home Edsel. Marvin got there before me so he could enjoy my tidy dining-room table, which from what I can see, here, has Sunday's New York Times in it, Marvin's sunglasses, his phone, a towel--and I happen to know there is also a large box titled "House papers" that I am going through and stamping out all info and tossing out. I mean, I tossed our 2005 tax info. Maybe that makes you nervous but I assure you no one is gonna want my stunning tax info from nine years ago.
So we had lunch and said goodbye and that was it. Marvin was the whole reason I moved here, and now he's off to the big city. In my head, I played the big city theme song like when Barney Fife goes to Raleigh.
I have to go, as I have wet hair and need for it to be, you know, not wet. Plus for some reason this goddamn computer is CRAWLING today and it irritates. I wrote my Purple Clover article yesterday, for next week, and I wrote it about Lily. I included this picture of her.
Look how beautiful. I can't even stand it. People at work I think are going to stop asking, "Did the cat come back?" It's too awful when I say no. Ned is going to print flyers for me today and Ima put one in each person's door in case anyone took her in.
On that happy note, I am off.
Oh! How do you not kill a jade plant? Dear Jane West who gave me a jade plant recently: Please do not read the previous sentence. Love, June.