updates
More than once since I moved to the rose city I’ve had to apologize, belatedly, for not posting regularly. And here we are again, dear readers. So, some updates, and a hopeful promise that I’ll soon have more news to share:
A few days at the coast to visit mom and dad unearthed yet another interesting tidbit about their 80 + year-old neighbor, who is a dear friend to them and to me; it turns out that he was published many times in Sunset magazine.
Noteworthy simply because I love that publication and getting published there is on my to-do list… one day. Also, we had an interesting conversation about his plans to sell his property and move to some acreage off in the middle of nowhere. I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “Why do you want to be alone? How can you do that?”
Taken by surprise, he responded wholly and without artifice that he doesn’t need people. He gets enough interaction with family as it is and will most likely get involved in some local politics (lately lording it over the run-down claptrap of a clubhouse/neighborhood association where my folks live).
I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation (much more lively and detailed in person, of course) and here’s what I took away: he’s already had it all. Was married, has a daughter, has other family members he’s close to, it’s just, he HAS it all or had it all already, and now he just wants to putter in his not inconsiderable gardens and have some peace.
I can dig it.
Moving on: my sissy got the cutest. Dog. Ever! A teensy-tiny terrier that flips and flops and runs excitedly when you whistle for him and he’s just generally sweet and v. lovable. I am usually a big-dog person but I tend to migrate towards any kind of dog without reservation. And when they are puppies they are so playful and sweet. My sweetie-niece had a bad experience with dogs way back when and the dog-ownership is in part a salve, an attempt to get her on board with cute canines. So far, it seems to be working.
I have moved far beyond disenchantment and being pissed off at the complete lack of communication and am now just flummoxed at the fact that our garbage hasn’t been picked up since, I don’t know, July?
My folks are threatening a visit tomorrow and my place looks, as usual, like a crack den of iniquity.
Biggest news of all: I posted an ad online to meet people. Yup, I really did.
We’ll see what happens. Highlights from responses received so far include a large number of married men (why? Why would you contact me and why would you admit to being married? Although I guess that beats the alternative.), one photo of someone in drag (wha?), countless suspect spammers and finally, some very well-thought out, kind emails that immediately got my attention.
One hour after posting and I’ve received so many emails, it’s kind of overwhelming. I posted my photo and requested a photo with responses so for people who email me without one, I guess that gives me a point of elimination. That only seems fair to the people who do include photos. Right? Right.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
A few days at the coast to visit mom and dad unearthed yet another interesting tidbit about their 80 + year-old neighbor, who is a dear friend to them and to me; it turns out that he was published many times in Sunset magazine.
Noteworthy simply because I love that publication and getting published there is on my to-do list… one day. Also, we had an interesting conversation about his plans to sell his property and move to some acreage off in the middle of nowhere. I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “Why do you want to be alone? How can you do that?”
Taken by surprise, he responded wholly and without artifice that he doesn’t need people. He gets enough interaction with family as it is and will most likely get involved in some local politics (lately lording it over the run-down claptrap of a clubhouse/neighborhood association where my folks live).
I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation (much more lively and detailed in person, of course) and here’s what I took away: he’s already had it all. Was married, has a daughter, has other family members he’s close to, it’s just, he HAS it all or had it all already, and now he just wants to putter in his not inconsiderable gardens and have some peace.
I can dig it.
Moving on: my sissy got the cutest. Dog. Ever! A teensy-tiny terrier that flips and flops and runs excitedly when you whistle for him and he’s just generally sweet and v. lovable. I am usually a big-dog person but I tend to migrate towards any kind of dog without reservation. And when they are puppies they are so playful and sweet. My sweetie-niece had a bad experience with dogs way back when and the dog-ownership is in part a salve, an attempt to get her on board with cute canines. So far, it seems to be working.
I have moved far beyond disenchantment and being pissed off at the complete lack of communication and am now just flummoxed at the fact that our garbage hasn’t been picked up since, I don’t know, July?
My folks are threatening a visit tomorrow and my place looks, as usual, like a crack den of iniquity.
Biggest news of all: I posted an ad online to meet people. Yup, I really did.
We’ll see what happens. Highlights from responses received so far include a large number of married men (why? Why would you contact me and why would you admit to being married? Although I guess that beats the alternative.), one photo of someone in drag (wha?), countless suspect spammers and finally, some very well-thought out, kind emails that immediately got my attention.
One hour after posting and I’ve received so many emails, it’s kind of overwhelming. I posted my photo and requested a photo with responses so for people who email me without one, I guess that gives me a point of elimination. That only seems fair to the people who do include photos. Right? Right.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
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