I can’t hear myself think tonight because the planes are flying overhead. They never fly when it rains, only on nights when the weather is good enough to have the windows open.
I’m anxious tonight for some reason and I can’t figure out why. I feel like I need to be doing something or maybe something I forgot to do – I don’t know but it’s bugging me.
I’m also very ‘blah’ tonight and I can’t figure out why. I really don’t know myself this evening. I was talking with DubDub earlier tonight. I had just sat down to dinner. I was all ensconced. My eating utensil at the ready. The phone rings. I let dinner go cold while we talked. She was doing some grocery shopping and I was her entertainment.
For as long as we haven’t seen each other or talked we had surprisingly little to say to one another. I wasn’t hiding anything from her just nothing new going on in life that she didn’t already know.
I don’t know if I mentioned this before but she is moving out of town. Yeah, she got some big promotion at work and is moving. This is sort of how the conversation went:
Her: “Guess what? I got a big promotion at work”.
Me: “Nice. More money?”
Her: “Yep. I’m going to be a Regional Manager”.
Me: “So, where are you moving to?”
Her: (deflated) “How did you know?”
Please. Everyone knows when you make Regional Manager they want you to move to another region. C’mon.
She’s set to leave town in the middle of July. I’m not sure how I feel about it. I told you already, I don’t know myself tonight.
Okay, so one day last week I’m driving home. As I pull into my neighborhood, I can see my house through the trees. It appears there’s a car parked in front of my house. As I get closer I can tell that it’s a white car. Nothing unusual, the neighbors park in front of my house from time to time. I’d only have an issue if they blocked my driveway.
So I round the corner onto my street and I can now see it’s a police car – parked outside my house. I roll up to the officer’s window and ask “Is there a problem?”
He rolls down the window. “What?” he asks.
“Is there a problem?” I ask again. He takes a quick look at his partner and then shakes his head ‘No’.
“Oh”, I tell him “you’re blocking my driveway”. He has to start the car and pull forward about 10 feet and I pull in. As I got into the house and settled, I looked out the front blinds to see a woman who has pulled up and appears to be giving a tearful report to the officers.
Don’t you love these stories that, upon first blush, appear to be leading to something really dramatic and then wuss out at the end. Yea, me too but… what are you gonna do?
This is hard, writing thoughts out like this. I can’t imagine doing it every day. I really admire those people who can. I also can’t discuss one subject at any great length. I have a wide breadth of knowledge but not on one specific topic. Even if it was the mating habits of the South African male rat ticks, I would crush that blog.
I would pour out every thought in my head but sometimes they’re just not there.
Computers cannot wreck a nice beach, or recognize speech.
You’re is a contraction for you are. Your shows possesion. Get it straight!
“Your welcome” – my welcome… what?
Today, Thursday… tomorrow biscotti.
I’m anxious tonight for some reason and I can’t figure out why. I feel like I need to be doing something or maybe something I forgot to do – I don’t know but it’s bugging me.I’m also very ‘blah’ tonight and I can’t figure out why. I really don’t know myself this evening. I was talking with DubDub earlier tonight. I had just sat down to dinner. I was all ensconced. My eating utensil at the ready. The phone rings. I let dinner go cold while we talked. She was doing some grocery shopping and I was her entertainment.
For as long as we haven’t seen each other or talked we had surprisingly little to say to one another. I wasn’t hiding anything from her just nothing new going on in life that she didn’t already know.
I don’t know if I mentioned this before but she is moving out of town. Yeah, she got some big promotion at work and is moving. This is sort of how the conversation went:
Her: “Guess what? I got a big promotion at work”.
Me: “Nice. More money?”
Her: “Yep. I’m going to be a Regional Manager”.
Me: “So, where are you moving to?”
Her: (deflated) “How did you know?”
Please. Everyone knows when you make Regional Manager they want you to move to another region. C’mon.
She’s set to leave town in the middle of July. I’m not sure how I feel about it. I told you already, I don’t know myself tonight.
Okay, so one day last week I’m driving home. As I pull into my neighborhood, I can see my house through the trees. It appears there’s a car parked in front of my house. As I get closer I can tell that it’s a white car. Nothing unusual, the neighbors park in front of my house from time to time. I’d only have an issue if they blocked my driveway.
So I round the corner onto my street and I can now see it’s a police car – parked outside my house. I roll up to the officer’s window and ask “Is there a problem?”
He rolls down the window. “What?” he asks.
“Is there a problem?” I ask again. He takes a quick look at his partner and then shakes his head ‘No’.
“Oh”, I tell him “you’re blocking my driveway”. He has to start the car and pull forward about 10 feet and I pull in. As I got into the house and settled, I looked out the front blinds to see a woman who has pulled up and appears to be giving a tearful report to the officers.
Don’t you love these stories that, upon first blush, appear to be leading to something really dramatic and then wuss out at the end. Yea, me too but… what are you gonna do?
This is hard, writing thoughts out like this. I can’t imagine doing it every day. I really admire those people who can. I also can’t discuss one subject at any great length. I have a wide breadth of knowledge but not on one specific topic. Even if it was the mating habits of the South African male rat ticks, I would crush that blog.
I would pour out every thought in my head but sometimes they’re just not there.
Computers cannot wreck a nice beach, or recognize speech.
You’re is a contraction for you are. Your shows possesion. Get it straight!
“Your welcome” – my welcome… what?
Today, Thursday… tomorrow biscotti.