Hey, gang!
This is unbelievable. I honestly don't know what to do with myself. No deadlines breathing down my neck! Bills are all payed, house is clean, etc., etc.
Yesterday, I did my 3 miles at around 6:45 AM, then when I came home, I thought, "Hey, there's nothing pressing I need to do, why don't I just go buy a bunch of cute stuff for my yard????"
So off I went. And I did buy a bunch of cute stuff for my yard, including 4 more hanging plants because everything was on sale. And I finally got the lawn chairs that I've been really wanting for 3 summers already, no joke. And they aren't even expensive lawn chairs -- they're those fake Adirondack chairs made out of plastic (that I am right now wondering, where the fuck am I going to store those things when summer's over? They don't fold up... Anyway.). I've been wanting 2 of those chairs for a while already but I always felt like I couldn't really justify having 2 more chairs in my backyard. It's not as if I ever have anybody over and I already have enough seating for 8 people, not including the swing that hangs in that arbor thingie.
But, to be honest, gang, I have a house guest coming in about 2 weeks and so I was suddenly possessed with the desire to own these lawn chairs immediately. And they were on sale for $14.95 each. Please. Home with me they came.
I won't go into too many details unless/until he says it's okay for me to blab about it on my blog (in case you were curious, I get about 32,000 readers here at this blog every month; that's a lot of strangers knowing about your personal life, so I try to be respectful of that.) However, that said, 31 years ago, he took me to my Senior Prom. He was my older brother's best friend and roommate -- they lived in one of those "Swinging Singles" apartment complexes back then, the kind of apartment complexes that they don't make anymore because they "discriminate" against married people... But, trust me, gang, it was the 1970s and those little "swinging singles" complexes really swung. My god. They were always having parties. Everyone was getting trashed on booze & speed, getting high, having sex. I used to love hanging out with my brother. Although, even though he was cool with me drinking and/or getting high, he decidedly was not cool about me having sex there, but that is a whole other "locking-horns" story about me and my older brother.
Anyway, I was not ever big on the idea of "dating." I have always found it a very, very strange concept. If I wasn't head over heels in love with somebody, I didn't want to just hang out, you know? I would rather stay in my room and play records. I was very anti-social. I did have a boyfriend that I was head over heels in love with, but he lived in West Virginia and I wasn't able to see him very much. Plus he was always in jail, so even if we did have a date on a Friday or Saturday night, there was always a 50-50 chance that he wouldn't show because he'd manage to get himself arrested before crossing over the state line. And on those times when he would show, and we'd like, go to a drive-in movie or something, we fought like cats & dogs because all he ever wanted to do was have sex. And I had no problem with the having sex part, but he really, really wanted to have a baby with me. He wanted me to drop out of high school, marry him and move to West Virginia and he figured that if I were knocked-up, I'd be in more of hurry to marry him. Even though I hated high school, this particular scenario for the future was not on my radar. I wanted to go to New York and be a songwriter.
Well, anyway. I didn't "date" in high school, really. Plus I had this horrific reputation because I had attempted suicide and been confined to a mental institution -- not to mention the rape that a lot of people knew about which, I guarantee you, makes you a bit of a social pariah at high school. Plus, I was openly bisexual, which bothered a lot of people. So I had no date for my Senior Prom. (You are amazed, I'm sure.) So I asked my brother's best friend, who was also a friend of mine, if he would take me to my prom and he said "absolutely" and we had a blast!
I have not seen him in about 30 years now. We have been emailing & chatting a little on the phone over the last year. And now he is coming back to town to see a number of people, but he'll be here at my house for a couple days. I can't wait! How much fun will that be?
For that, I needed to have 2 new chairs... And once I'd brought everything back from the store, I realized that I finally had nothing but time to spend in my many gardens tackling all those weeds. It was really just an unreal feeling. I kept thinking to myself, "I should be inside, sitting at the laptop; I can't be wasting time here..." And then I'd remember, "No! Wait a minute! All I have to do is just what I'm doing right here, right now." It felt incredible, gang. It was the most beautiful day.
On that happy note, have a really great time today, wherever you are & whatever you do. Enjoy your Independance Day! Thanks for visiting, gang! See ya!
Yesterday, I did my 3 miles at around 6:45 AM, then when I came home, I thought, "Hey, there's nothing pressing I need to do, why don't I just go buy a bunch of cute stuff for my yard????"
So off I went. And I did buy a bunch of cute stuff for my yard, including 4 more hanging plants because everything was on sale. And I finally got the lawn chairs that I've been really wanting for 3 summers already, no joke. And they aren't even expensive lawn chairs -- they're those fake Adirondack chairs made out of plastic (that I am right now wondering, where the fuck am I going to store those things when summer's over? They don't fold up... Anyway.). I've been wanting 2 of those chairs for a while already but I always felt like I couldn't really justify having 2 more chairs in my backyard. It's not as if I ever have anybody over and I already have enough seating for 8 people, not including the swing that hangs in that arbor thingie.
But, to be honest, gang, I have a house guest coming in about 2 weeks and so I was suddenly possessed with the desire to own these lawn chairs immediately. And they were on sale for $14.95 each. Please. Home with me they came.
I won't go into too many details unless/until he says it's okay for me to blab about it on my blog (in case you were curious, I get about 32,000 readers here at this blog every month; that's a lot of strangers knowing about your personal life, so I try to be respectful of that.) However, that said, 31 years ago, he took me to my Senior Prom. He was my older brother's best friend and roommate -- they lived in one of those "Swinging Singles" apartment complexes back then, the kind of apartment complexes that they don't make anymore because they "discriminate" against married people... But, trust me, gang, it was the 1970s and those little "swinging singles" complexes really swung. My god. They were always having parties. Everyone was getting trashed on booze & speed, getting high, having sex. I used to love hanging out with my brother. Although, even though he was cool with me drinking and/or getting high, he decidedly was not cool about me having sex there, but that is a whole other "locking-horns" story about me and my older brother.
Anyway, I was not ever big on the idea of "dating." I have always found it a very, very strange concept. If I wasn't head over heels in love with somebody, I didn't want to just hang out, you know? I would rather stay in my room and play records. I was very anti-social. I did have a boyfriend that I was head over heels in love with, but he lived in West Virginia and I wasn't able to see him very much. Plus he was always in jail, so even if we did have a date on a Friday or Saturday night, there was always a 50-50 chance that he wouldn't show because he'd manage to get himself arrested before crossing over the state line. And on those times when he would show, and we'd like, go to a drive-in movie or something, we fought like cats & dogs because all he ever wanted to do was have sex. And I had no problem with the having sex part, but he really, really wanted to have a baby with me. He wanted me to drop out of high school, marry him and move to West Virginia and he figured that if I were knocked-up, I'd be in more of hurry to marry him. Even though I hated high school, this particular scenario for the future was not on my radar. I wanted to go to New York and be a songwriter.
Well, anyway. I didn't "date" in high school, really. Plus I had this horrific reputation because I had attempted suicide and been confined to a mental institution -- not to mention the rape that a lot of people knew about which, I guarantee you, makes you a bit of a social pariah at high school. Plus, I was openly bisexual, which bothered a lot of people. So I had no date for my Senior Prom. (You are amazed, I'm sure.) So I asked my brother's best friend, who was also a friend of mine, if he would take me to my prom and he said "absolutely" and we had a blast!
I have not seen him in about 30 years now. We have been emailing & chatting a little on the phone over the last year. And now he is coming back to town to see a number of people, but he'll be here at my house for a couple days. I can't wait! How much fun will that be?
For that, I needed to have 2 new chairs... And once I'd brought everything back from the store, I realized that I finally had nothing but time to spend in my many gardens tackling all those weeds. It was really just an unreal feeling. I kept thinking to myself, "I should be inside, sitting at the laptop; I can't be wasting time here..." And then I'd remember, "No! Wait a minute! All I have to do is just what I'm doing right here, right now." It felt incredible, gang. It was the most beautiful day.
On that happy note, have a really great time today, wherever you are & whatever you do. Enjoy your Independance Day! Thanks for visiting, gang! See ya!
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