This means, of course, that this post will not have any pictures in it. So those of you who are fairly illiterate and only like to look at pictures, you are out of luck.
It is Wednesday night, and I was sick again today. I did not go to work. Let me tell you something. If you've just broken up with someone, and you have two long days to just lie there in bed, it does not result in your mood being pretty.
I started to think about my move next week, and how I will finally be in one place where I can really settle in. Once I'm at my house, I'm going to force myself to do more things that I like. I tried to think about what sorts of things I like. Things that aren't having sex with Ned.
One thing I don't want to do is just relentlessly and vehemently run all over town going to things. It's really not that much fun for me. I have other single women friends and they're constantly checking in from places, on Facebook. Velma is at the brewery. Velma is at the festival. Velma is at the concert. Velma is at her old maid support group. It seems less like fun and more like running from loneliness.
So I really thought about it. There are some things I really like, and those things are my friends the Tall Boy, Marty and Kaye, my friend Jo, and that's pretty much about it. Oh, and Kit. I like Kit. And Chris and Lilly. I also like the people I work with. So my goal is to try to do things with them more often.
I also love dancing, and there's a woman at work who goes to swing dancing twice a month. I've already alerted her that I'm probably going to be going to that. Also, at the gay bar, on Sunday night of all nights, they have 80s and 90s songs. I think every once in a while on Sundays, I'm gonna traipse over there and go crazy and stay out till 11 dancing.
I also still plan to make a book. I want to make a book out of this blog, but now I'm starting to think about another thing I want to make a book out of. I have to think about it for a while, though. I like how I keep saying make a book instead of write a book like I'm a foreigner or something. Maybe I'm just the band Foreigner.
Today, I called my neighbor Peg. I told her that I was moving back to our neighborhood. Here was her reaction: "Yayyyyyyyy!! – – ohhhhhhh. Did you break up?"
I told her yes, and then I told her she and I could go out and pick up men together. Her pffft could be heard across seven continents. I also told her that from now on, I will be rolling her trash bins out to the curb. How long do you give me before I start complaining about having to roll pigs trash bins out to the curb? Oh my God. Stupid Siri spelled "Peg" "pig." Siri is relatively useless.
Peg, not pig, said that although she could not help me lift boxes, she could give me suggestions about where to put things to make them look nice. Don't forget she's an interior decorator. How long do you give Peg until she begins complaining about having to help me interiorly decorate?
I also drove through my neighborhood today, on my way to Target to get meds so I would feel better. My old neighborhood is lovely. The house I rented with Ned was elegant and impressive and beautiful. But my own neighborhood is charming, too. I have a lot of happy memories in that place. I plan to make more.
I guess I will go attempt to do Tracy Chapman now. I did not even try last night. I wish Kaye were here to join me; she's a big new Tracy fan. However, she is with Marty Martin. Maybe both of them could come over and we could all three do Tracy Chapman.
How many people are as lucky as me? I was given a free place to stay for six weeks, I got presents from all you guys via Amazon, I have a house I can move back into, plus I look like this. Soon I will be moving my milkshake back to my yard.
Fay, do not make the "Yeah, but your milkshake is Ensure" joke. I will come kick your Greek ass. Your Greek yogurt ass. Your Jimmy the Greek ass.
I will talk at you guys tomorrow. Oh, by the way, does anyone have any ideas for what colors I could paint my bedrooms? Did we already have this discussion? I can't remember a damn thing.
