Friday, May 22, 2015

May 22, 2015



After an extraordinarily long day, naturally I lost my wallet again before going to bed.  I searched unsuccessfully through the house, then had to put my robe on, go outside and look in the car where fortunately I found it.  My body melted into bed.  This morning my glasses had fallen off the nightstand – had to look for them – and then I hear the trash truck coming.  Dammit.  Forgot to do that last night. If this wasn’t a Friday, I would cry.

As I left for the W-place (work), I saw something that made my morning.  My trash had been taken out by my trash collector and emptied!  He is one hell of a cool guy and one day, I’m gonna be out there at 5:50ish with a cup of coffee and a smile.  He leaves me a Christmas card every year and I do the same, plus Starbucks gift cards, but I'd like to meet him.

One class involved watching the latest Jack Ryan movie which was set in Russia.  Long ago, when clearing out the attic in the house I grew up in, I found Russian language CDs.  My mom told me I had been trying to learn Russian while at TCU.  I don’t remember anything about that.  It’d be interesting to learn about other things I’ve forgotten, but gracefully, my brain says ”Best not, sugar…”. The day involved a rally to say farewell to the senior class and during a skit, students held up their cell phones like lighters.  Much safer than flames, for sure.  It was fun to watch.  

I headed to get medication which should have been ready 2 days ago, but WalMart lost the prescription.  I am finished with their cattle-drive methods.  I drove to my doctor’s office and asked them to transfer the Rx to Walgreens.  Then I headed to my bank for some Very Important deposits.  As I was standing there, filling out a deposit slip (first time ever, I usually go up to the counter), I was whispering about where checks should go.  A man had come up behind me, moved to the other side of the deposit area, started his own stuff and began responding to my whispers with his own whispers.  It went something like this:
Me:  I wonder how I should do this?  Do I put both in there?
Man: I don’t know!  Is that really what you should do? 
<smile> Me: Yes!  I think so!  I’ve been thinking this through!
Man; Well, make sure you put them in the right place!
Me:  I will!  I’ve weighed other options and this appears to be the best one!
 Then I saw him.  A tall, handsome man with smiling eyes and a rad new Cartman pants, nice work boots and a kickass tribal tattoo on one arm, and yes…no wedding band.  I stood behind him and molested him with my eyes several times over while trying to look rather cool and "with-it".  He finished his work with the banker, smiled at me, said bye to me (and I responded with a smile and a bye), then he saw a friend and spoke with him for a while I was at the counter for a long transaction.  WHY didn’t I say, “Hi!  My name is Ali!  You and I are  moving to Europe soon.”  ??  Why didn’t I jump into his arms?    His name was Tom.  The bankers knew him.  WHY didn’t I say, “WHO was that hunk of manly perfection???”  I suck at flirting.  An hour after falling in love, my heart was still pounding like mad.  <such a hopeless romantic> HOW do you people do this flirting thing??? 
Signed, Single and Celibate Forever

My brief <one-sided) love affair gave me the oomph I needed for the rest of the day.  I treated myself to fancy fair-trade organic dark chocolate and headed to job 2.  When my client showed up, The session went fairly well – wrote out another treatment plan (which at this point is like extracting teeth with a pair of pliers…I’m not at all versed with the professional vocabulary yet –however Universe jumped in at the last moments and gave me exactly the words I needed to say, which made me sound like I really know what I’m doing.  I was sad to see Tom From The Bank was not waiting for me anywhere after I left job 2, and came home. I was going to clean or do something, but I am exhausted.  In bed and going to watch the rest of the Jack Ryan movie from earlier.  I loved reading Tom Clancy as a kid….  My dogs hate me, but I'm exhausted.


Pictures: An incredibel braille book made by a student in my Sabol's class. I was BLOWN AWAY by the student and Sabol's heart; I beat him again at Farkle (I supported my points with smiley-faces to give them the will to win; Lavender; Year-book singing by my sweet Stephanie: An old client sent me thsi letter saying he could get research done by a reporter, but that he is familiar with my quality of work and I am his preferred researcher based on past performance.  Made my heart smile: The cell phone sway....

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