Ah, the Lemon Drop. Lilting in its purity. Perfect to lift your mood when the four people who were going to come out for a drink turns into one, who is an hour late.
People wonder why I can't stand this town. In fact, the woman I met with tonight apologized for her hometown and told me I should write a book. (Many negative things have happened to me here. MANY.) I have a lot to say, and a lot to bitch about. I explained that I was concerned about rehashing the same nonsense for 300 pages. She said it would be better than that. I should title it Absence of Civility.
She also asked what I would be doing once we moved - if I planned to take a job as soon as I got up there. I told her that Husband has given me permission not to work, if I so choose. I have been working mostly full-time for the better part of my life, like since I was 17. And during the summers, while in high school, I babysat full-time over the summer for a family. That's a lot to ask of a child. I need a break.
I, obviously, will have lots to take care of - especially if we get the property that we are planning to get. She asked about a potential PhD. I don't know if that is what I want anymore. Maybe if I were 10 years younger. But, if I were 10 years younger, I wouldn't be with Husband. He would still be an undergrad!
Husband and I went out to dinner tonight. Veggie chili burrito. Yum. But, while I was in the store where we were getting cat litter, I was just overcome with this sadness. It could be the Infinite Sadness which once plagued me, creeping up again. Oddly, there is usually only one of two circumstances where that occurs - a family death or when someone from my past (in particular) is thinking of me.
I have of late, but wherefore I know not lost all my mirth.
Ah, Hamlet.
Last year, I read of an AA woman who fasted the entire length of Lent. Next Wednesday is (no, not Prince Spaghetti Day!) Ash Wednesday. So, since I will still be working until the second week of March, I thought perhaps I would spend some of this Lent on a fast. I think the 14th of March to the 9th of April should do nicely. The 9th is when I will begin transitioning back to food - just in time for Easter.
Exercise these days mostly consists of a 2-mile walk three days a week, plus two or three minor ones thrown in, and two park walks on the weekend with the dog. I have also mapped out a 4.5 mile walk that Dog and I are starting in the morning. The weekend's eating was up and down. I should not have had cake & ice cream, nor the oatmeal cookie cake, nor the appetizer buffet I cooked for dinner Saturday, but the rest was okay.
Speaking of dogs, I once stole a dog that was left behind when his owner moved out. I was living in Ann Arbor, and I shared a balcony with this young guy who left his gorgeous white shepherd alone for nearly 3 weeks when he left. I was able to sneak my skinny little fanny ( I was size 2 then) through the closet where our furnaces were outside and get to his balcony. Then I put a belt through the dog's collar and brought him back through to my apartment. The scene looked untouched. The kid never knew what happened, and I never told him (again, he had moved out). My friend, Tim, who found the dog a home with his cousin, just wrote today to say that Shane had had to be put to sleep. He had developed a brain tumor and turned aggressive. He was seven.
I will never regret having broken the law to save him. He had a very loving home for seven years. And I will forever know that there is one life I touched simply by caring.
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