I've realized that I left my iron and ironing board at Ned's. I am thinking about it, and I think getting new versions of both would be less awful than having to contact Ned and get them back. So. Yay. Glad I ironed that out. See what I did, there? Hope Kaye isn't steamed when she hears.
The hilarity never stops.
It's been a fairly uneventful weekend. And by "fairly" I mean not a damn thing happened this weekend. The president of our company--not that you and I own a company--invited everyone for drinks after work Friday, but I did not go, as I have a child. I feel bad coming home from work, letting her out and putting her right back in her crate again.
Then Marty Martin texted me over the weekend to say he was out having fun and wouldn't I like to join him, but I did not. Mostly I just stayed here. Watched the fireflies come out. Watched a big storm. Today it's my favorite kind of weather that there is in the world: It's pretty warm, but it's mostly overcast with a strong breeze that makes the leaves rustle. I just sat outside with my coffee to enjoy it.
Edsel and Lottie are back there chasing each other all over yonder. I don't know that I've ever seen Edsel run that hard.
The guy who cuts my mud is trying to help me with the grass. We have to cut down some lower limbs so SOME light can get in there. And he's been working to kill the damn weeds back there, too. I hate having a yard, sort of. I wish it were lovely and effortless. THEN I'd like having a yard.
Also, I have an excellent-ish system for measuring the Lot's growth. I just happened to take this photo of her next to the laundry hamper early on...
I knew you've seen it. So then 10 days later I took another one.
So in the first one, it looks like she was four dots up on the hamper. The next one, six dots.
Taken just now. Okay, is she seven dots up now? Because Jesus Christ. I've had her less than a month. Anyway, I love that I accidentally started a growth chart for her. Now whenever I look at her and think, "Am I crazy, or did she grow?" We know the answers to that are yes, and no.
Also, while I was doing nothing this weekend, my high school boyfriend Cardinal sent me a message.
"This might be the greatest app, ever," he wrote me. When we were torridly humping our way through the early '80s, we never once dreamed he'd ever say that to me. I saw the little logo on the lower-right, there, and immediately looked up MSQRD app and amused myself for, oh, you don't even need to know how long.
My favorite so far. And yes, I tried: It won't recognize animal faces. DARN YOU, MSQRD. Don't you understand I have no life currently?
How soon till we have to worry? Like, how many weekends do I isolate before we get all Intervention on June's ass?
Soeaking of my ass, I am actually leaving the house now to go work out. Cannot stand self one more minute. Then I'll shower and at 3:00, the dog trainer gets here. There's a yoga class at my gym after, which I might go to if I have energy. Otherwise I'll go back outside and watch the breeze.
Isolating. It's not all bad. Isolating. It's not for everyone.
Bah. Just when I think I can't love myself one iota more. I pull myself back in.
Alone again. Naturally.
June
