 Friday Miscellany |
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This weekend I need to somehow bring my house back from the edge of explosive, chaotic disarray. I still want to buy this desk from Target or maybe this one, but I worry without a cabinet to put the hard drive in, the abundance of wires visible is going to be dismally ugly. The wires are so out of control that there has to be some way to inject them with some tranquil untangled harmony, but I have no idea what that is. I'm giving a baby shower for a co-worker today. I figure that karma demands that it's my turn to do something like this, what with the surprise housewarming shower and bridal shower my co-workers have thrown for me in the past. (I don't know if I ever wrote about the bridal shower. It was on my birthday last year, two days after S. decided he was having doubts but nothing had been decided so I had not told a single soul, not any siblings or any friends, only my parents. Imagine my horror at having to put on a brave and sunny and happy and gay face at this shower when I knew the wedding was probably off and was approaching an emotional breakdown. Yeah. Exclaiming over each gift about how much we were going to enjoy it and acting like nothing was amiss? That was awesome. Now imagine two days later when the wedding was called off and how I resorted to calling my older brother to ask him to help me cart all of the gifts back to the office on an empty Sunday night and leave little tear- and probably snot-stained notes in everyone's baskets expressing both thanks and announcing that the wedding was off. Nice. Very fucking nice. GOOD FUCKING TIMES. Monday, which I had off because of Mardi Gras, was a cold and rainy blur of being driven around by my sister, dropping off hostess gifts to the eight ladies who were throwing me a now cancelled shower the next weekend, dropping off some things for S. at his mother's house, and it was the last time I ever saw his mom, which I cannot think about, because it is just too sad. Kindly, when I returned to work on Tuesday, the gifts had disappeared and no one bothered me when I kept the door shut the entire day and for God knows how many days thereafter.) These are good people, and I feel like I owe them; ergo, this shower. I made some brownies and spinach dip and others are bringing meatballs and black bean salsa and it should be nice. It's amazing how little projects bring out either the totally helpful or totally bitchy sides of people. Luckily, I work on a floor of entirely helpful people, and I really should never let myself take that or them for granted. Somehow I am wholly excited about Survivor: All Stars and the next Real World / Road Rules challenge. Perhaps there is something very wrong with me. I need to step away from the TiVo and towards a good book, which I haven't done since I finished The Time Traveler's Wife, which hasn't been too far from my mind since. It moved me when I read it, but I didn't expect it to vaguely linger like it has. I find that it floats back into my head on a regular basis. I quickly gave up trying to keep track of the dates and ages and impossibilities of the time travel aspects, and I think if you are able to let that go and just relax into the story, it's a good one. Sing it with me! The floors are done. Last night I spackled and painted the nail holes in the molding, and this morning I mopped to get rid of the grimy grout dust residue. My flooring guy and I were talking yesterday on my lunch break, and he made my day. He told me that he was telling his buddy about me at the basketball game the night before and that I'm 28 and have my own house and a good job and am very nice and attractive and that he could find no flaw in me and that if he were not married he would have asked me out the first time he came to do my house. (This is the third job he's done for me.) It was kind of po-ig. Not in a flirty way, just in a nice way. I can't remember the last time I got such a gracious compliment. He then offered and proceeded to fix my toilet, which was totally not in his job description. I wished him luck with first time fatherhood, and we bid a fond adieu. Aw, my redneck flooring guy!
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