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I’m thinking about getting my hair cut before the wedding.
So yesterday, I was thinking about when and where to do this. Gee, I used to live in Palm Springs and I’ll be there three weekends from now. I could get it done there. Now, where did I used to get my hair done? Hmmm.
I can’t remember. I sat and thought about all of the places I used to go. The strip in Palm Springs. The mall in Palm Desert. Yucca Valley, for Pete’s sake. And I still don’t know. I lived there for at least three years. I know I got my hair cut a few times. But it just doesn’t ring a bell.
It completely bugs me that I can’t remember that. Have you ever had a memory that just eludes you no matter what you do?
If you’ve never had a migraine before, STOP what you are doing, get down on your knees and thank your lucky stars. Do it! Now!
How hard is it for two people on a sidewalk to temporarily walk single-file in order for someone to pass in the opposite direction? Would it interrupt their conversation that much?
The narrower the sidewalk, the less the inside person moves.
I do occasionally bump my shoulder into them, but only if they are completely invading my space. It’s a power thing for them. Not for me though, but I will show them they can’t run people over. When I’m in my good suit I’m not going to spoil my shined shoes just because they’re rude.
And yes, they are being rude. So are you, if you do it. They need to get their heads out of their ass and realize there are other people around. I always drop behind whomever I’m walking with, to allow the other person to pass. I don’t own the sidewalk & I shouldn’t try to make people walk in the grass or get out of my way.
And neither should you.
I’m sure she was a college student, supplementing her loans and financial aid by working at a chain restaurant. She was courteous to her customers, but vacuous. The three of us sat in an uncrowded restaurant. She didn’t remember who ordered what or which drinks we had. Our order sounded something like this:
Me: I’ll have the chicken strips w/honey mustard. We’ll share an order of fries.
Kid: I’ll have the chicken strips w/ranch.
J: I’ll have the bleunami burger, sans onions.
Waitress: Sans? What’s that?
J & I exchange the look.
J, patiently: It means without.
Waitress, wide-eyed: Wow, I’ve never heard that before.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is our future.
Well, I’ve done it now. Actually we’ve done it. Decided, that is.
And the date is February 29.
Sometimes people are just weird. Yesterday, I saw a girl site down with her boyfriend, two tiny cups of ketchup in hand. She picked up a spoon and started eating minute bites of ketchup. Not on something. By itself. Blech!
On my way to lunch today I saw a guy with the biggest arm veins I’ve ever seen. Ever. Nurses would salivate to start an IV in this guy. His veins were so prominent, I saw them from 15 feet away. *shudder*
There’s a lot of construction going on near our office. Well, and some destruction. I love the sights, sounds, and smells of being around a site. (The traffic troubles are a different story.) I’m taken back to when I was a child and my dad & uncles were still building houses. I used to think it was so cool to walk through walls. And play with the stilts and banjo. Oh, and climbing around like a monkey on the roof. Good times. *sigh* The smell of wet dirt, for instance, reminds me of digging basements. The smell of stacks of 2 x 4′s evokes building foundations. The noise of heavy equipment take me to my first ride on a bulldozer. I wonder if I still remember how to operate a backhoe …
I just finished reading Deep End of the Ocean. No, I hadn’t seen the movie, nor did I know exactly what it was about. The author’s been referenced as a good writer, so I wanted to see how she handled the characters and plot (since I ran across the book as a freebie).
I think she did well overall. The story was interesting enough for me to wonder what would happen next. At one point, though, one of the characters changed names. I had been so involved up to that point that the change was actually jarring. It interrupted the flow for me. In fact, I almost put the book down for good. Yes, there was an explanation – a few pages later. I don’t think it helped the story at all; I feel it was detrimental. It was the thing I liked least about the book.
This novel was long – almost 450 pages. I wonder if I’ll be able to come up with a story that’s even half that? Especially one so involved. It was robust – full of characters and interesting plot twists. Do I have the guts – and the brain power – to come up with enough twists and turns to keep people interested? I’m scared that I don’t, yet I have a story I badly want to tell. But I don’t know how…
I have so much to learn when it comes to writing. But at what point do I just jump in and do it? At this point I would only show what a rank amateur I am.
I’ve been impatiently waiting to find out my grade. They were posted today & let’s hope there were no mistakes.
I got an A in my lit class. *wipes forehead in relief* I wasn’t sure how I did on the final (illness), but it was just enough to keep my grade up there. Thankfully.
*does a little dance*
My life has been so �feast or famine� recently. Where do I start? I�ll start by saying I miss having time to write here. I miss visiting everyone�s sites and leaving comments. But I�m busy. It comes and goes. I know others have it happen to them. It�s cyclic, I guess. Going back to my update in Mexico, my companions finally came back and we went to dinner. I would rate it in the top five meals of my life (which mostly include steak meals � why is that?). The place we went to has a lobster feast specialty. It is incredible AND way better than Puer*to Nuev*o (which has gotten to touristy/ trendy and the prices reflect that). When they told me they had a steak & lobster meal, I knew I would be getting the best of both worlds. What I didn�t know was that it was touted as a feast, too. And it was. Two lobsters, split in half, plus steak. And mashed potatoes. And bean soup (it was sooooo good). The steak was cooked just right. So were the lobster. It was incredible. It was also a lot of food and I felt guilty just looking at the bounty before all of us. The meal, as I said, was fantastic. This restaurant also does a mean breakfast buffet on Sundays, but I think I prefer the Saturday night meal. We went back to the casa after that. And I met my friend, the cactus. It was dark, my shoes were awkward, and I tripped. I put my hand out and hit the edge of a small, brutal cactus. The kind with very small, fine, and brittle needles. I spent the rest of the night under the care of my good friend, who happens to be a nurse. I�ve never had a reaction like that to anything. I was so sick. I�ve gotten stuck by a cactus before, but not one with a toxin like that. Never again, if I can help it. I dug a couple of quarter-inch spines out of my hand and there are still many more waiting to be rejected. More digging and more pain. Fun. Don�t try this at home, kids. We got up the next morning and cleaned the place up before heading to breakfast at a little place near the casa. Then we headed back home. The border was a lot busier than we expected. Longest wait to date. Of course, we also watched all of the lanes around us move much better than ours. We had the slowest border agent this side of the Pacific, I swear. We goofed around for a better part of the day before heading home, going to a couple of bike shops and a bookstore. It was a very pleasant, relaxing weekend. It prepared me for the return to work on Monday. I always feel rejuvenated after going to Mexico. It shows in my productivity � I was on fire Monday. I finally got my new bike, but haven�t really had a chance to ride it. That�ll change this weekend. When J�s busy doing some work-related things, I think I�ll take it out for a ride. Maybe the beach. Early morning. That sounds like a good plan. My mind is so busy and so scattered, it�s hard to pin it down to a particular topic at times. When you want to write topic-specifically, that�s a bit of a challenge now, isn�t it?