Friends in deed
The last few days have been pretty good, I must say. Thanks to my lovely friend B.
Wednesday we had Indian buffet lunch together. Yum. Then she followed me to the mechanic. I dropped off my car and we went to do our laundry together. It was so much more fun, and went so much faster with someone to hang out with, and chat with.
Also, I finally tried the most awesome thing at the laundromat. They have massage chairs! I put in a buck, and after all the lifting and loading my laundry into the machines, I got to sit there and have my sore back rubbed. How perfect is that? Next time I'm going for the $5. for 15 minutes. It's a buck for 3 minutes. I did it twice. So, I got a good six minutes of massage. The thing is incredible, it's not one of those old fashioned jobbies that just vibrates. This chair actually has some kind of shiatsu balls in it that go up and down your back, and it changes motions and does all this weird stuff that actually feels pretty damn great. The best part is there are two chairs side by side, so I handed B. a dollah, and said, you gotta try this! Half the fun was looking at her face when it started up, and the other half was being able to get a chair massage side by side with a buddy at the laundrymat. It's the little things in life that make me happy.
After that we took off during the dry cycle and went to Lowe's where I picked up a scratch awl I need for my project making bottle cap necklaces. The awl is used (in conjunction with a ball peen hammer; though I'm gonna cheat and use a regular hammer until I buy the other kind) to make the hole in the metal bottle cap, so that a jump ring can be attached in order to hang the necklace from a chain or cord. If that explanation made no sense, maybe a picture of a bottle cap necklace will be more helpful. Here's a good example: http://www.the3sisters.com/images/_pcnecklaces.gif
After we finished all our laundry we went to my place and sat around and talked for a few hours, then watched some Project Runway; another of my guilty pleasure shows. This summer my TV viewing can be summed up by channel -- it's pretty much been A&E, Bravo, Showtime, TLC, DirectTV's XM digital radio 40's music channel, and NCSI (with a small smattering of Oprah on the side -- yes, I am slightly ashambed, I dunno, it's just a habit. Oddly, I have been watching her since the 80's, when she first began, so I think there is something oddly comforting about it).
Today B. was kind enough to come pick me up for our Stitch n Bitch knitting circle. So, we went to Panera bread and had dinner, saw our friends, knitted, chatted and had a really good time. There were 7 of us there, plus one boyfriend and one husband showed up for part of the evening, bringing us to a total of 9 :-) The reason I am so happy about this, is because our group used to have about 25+ women every week, and then a clique formed, it became more bitch and less stitch, and the group split up into different camps and the remaining members of the group who were not in the clique got stuck with a dwindled group for a while, and now it is being rebuilt with some of the old non-clique members, and some fresh blood. So, it's just a nice night out again, of knitting and fun; which is all it's supposed to be. Geez, save the drama for yo mamma.
So, I came home and woke my poor L. up by accident, because I called her a few minutes after 11 o'clock, and she was already asleep. (so sorry dahlink). I just had wanted to talk to her about something I knew she would understand. Almost everyone at the Stitch n Bitch is either married, or getting married, or living with someone, and a lot of the conversations were about being pregnant currently, planning to have kids, weddings, etc. I felt profoundly left out. I started to think that it's time I moved to the city, where this is not the norm. Living in suburbia in your late 30's when you're unmarried and childless can feel like living on Mars without a spacesuit. Or something like that. I am at a loss for a better metaphor.
As soon as I hung up the phone with my sleeping beauty L. something told me to call my friend T. I had not checked my email yet, and thus had not gotten his email asking me to give him a call, but I suppose I'd heard the call in my head instead. That sort of thing has been happening to me more and more lately. It happens most often with him. It sometimes happens with B., and it used to happen with my friend M., when we were more connected than we are now. It's eerie, and cool. I like when it happens. It assures me that my antennas are working and well tuned. So, T. and I talked for about 4 hours! (sorry T., I know it got late)! As always, we had a great conversation. Too bad he's in the F-L-A, otherwise, I'd want to go on a D-A-T-E (hope I made ya blush again T. woo hoo, heh).
So, dat was my Wednesday & Thursday. Not bad. Not sad. Hee hee.
Oh, and I got almost the whole sinkfulla dishes done. There was no hot water for about 12 hours or so, and some stuff pilled up, on top of the other stuff that was already pilled up. Heh. So, needless to say (I love how completely needless the phrase needless to say is, since it's always going to be followed with something someone is about to say, needlessly) I had a lot of freaking dishes to do. There are still some left, but I made quite the dent in them.
My wish for the rest of the week: It'd be nice to get my car back for the weekend, but I'm not sure that's gonna happen. I will get through the weekend okay if I don't get it back, I just don't want to miss church on Sunday night.
That's all she wrote.
Wednesday we had Indian buffet lunch together. Yum. Then she followed me to the mechanic. I dropped off my car and we went to do our laundry together. It was so much more fun, and went so much faster with someone to hang out with, and chat with.
Also, I finally tried the most awesome thing at the laundromat. They have massage chairs! I put in a buck, and after all the lifting and loading my laundry into the machines, I got to sit there and have my sore back rubbed. How perfect is that? Next time I'm going for the $5. for 15 minutes. It's a buck for 3 minutes. I did it twice. So, I got a good six minutes of massage. The thing is incredible, it's not one of those old fashioned jobbies that just vibrates. This chair actually has some kind of shiatsu balls in it that go up and down your back, and it changes motions and does all this weird stuff that actually feels pretty damn great. The best part is there are two chairs side by side, so I handed B. a dollah, and said, you gotta try this! Half the fun was looking at her face when it started up, and the other half was being able to get a chair massage side by side with a buddy at the laundrymat. It's the little things in life that make me happy.
After that we took off during the dry cycle and went to Lowe's where I picked up a scratch awl I need for my project making bottle cap necklaces. The awl is used (in conjunction with a ball peen hammer; though I'm gonna cheat and use a regular hammer until I buy the other kind) to make the hole in the metal bottle cap, so that a jump ring can be attached in order to hang the necklace from a chain or cord. If that explanation made no sense, maybe a picture of a bottle cap necklace will be more helpful. Here's a good example: http://www.the3sisters.com/images/_pcnecklaces.gif
After we finished all our laundry we went to my place and sat around and talked for a few hours, then watched some Project Runway; another of my guilty pleasure shows. This summer my TV viewing can be summed up by channel -- it's pretty much been A&E, Bravo, Showtime, TLC, DirectTV's XM digital radio 40's music channel, and NCSI (with a small smattering of Oprah on the side -- yes, I am slightly ashambed, I dunno, it's just a habit. Oddly, I have been watching her since the 80's, when she first began, so I think there is something oddly comforting about it).
Today B. was kind enough to come pick me up for our Stitch n Bitch knitting circle. So, we went to Panera bread and had dinner, saw our friends, knitted, chatted and had a really good time. There were 7 of us there, plus one boyfriend and one husband showed up for part of the evening, bringing us to a total of 9 :-) The reason I am so happy about this, is because our group used to have about 25+ women every week, and then a clique formed, it became more bitch and less stitch, and the group split up into different camps and the remaining members of the group who were not in the clique got stuck with a dwindled group for a while, and now it is being rebuilt with some of the old non-clique members, and some fresh blood. So, it's just a nice night out again, of knitting and fun; which is all it's supposed to be. Geez, save the drama for yo mamma.
So, I came home and woke my poor L. up by accident, because I called her a few minutes after 11 o'clock, and she was already asleep. (so sorry dahlink). I just had wanted to talk to her about something I knew she would understand. Almost everyone at the Stitch n Bitch is either married, or getting married, or living with someone, and a lot of the conversations were about being pregnant currently, planning to have kids, weddings, etc. I felt profoundly left out. I started to think that it's time I moved to the city, where this is not the norm. Living in suburbia in your late 30's when you're unmarried and childless can feel like living on Mars without a spacesuit. Or something like that. I am at a loss for a better metaphor.
As soon as I hung up the phone with my sleeping beauty L. something told me to call my friend T. I had not checked my email yet, and thus had not gotten his email asking me to give him a call, but I suppose I'd heard the call in my head instead. That sort of thing has been happening to me more and more lately. It happens most often with him. It sometimes happens with B., and it used to happen with my friend M., when we were more connected than we are now. It's eerie, and cool. I like when it happens. It assures me that my antennas are working and well tuned. So, T. and I talked for about 4 hours! (sorry T., I know it got late)! As always, we had a great conversation. Too bad he's in the F-L-A, otherwise, I'd want to go on a D-A-T-E (hope I made ya blush again T. woo hoo, heh).
So, dat was my Wednesday & Thursday. Not bad. Not sad. Hee hee.
Oh, and I got almost the whole sinkfulla dishes done. There was no hot water for about 12 hours or so, and some stuff pilled up, on top of the other stuff that was already pilled up. Heh. So, needless to say (I love how completely needless the phrase needless to say is, since it's always going to be followed with something someone is about to say, needlessly) I had a lot of freaking dishes to do. There are still some left, but I made quite the dent in them.
My wish for the rest of the week: It'd be nice to get my car back for the weekend, but I'm not sure that's gonna happen. I will get through the weekend okay if I don't get it back, I just don't want to miss church on Sunday night.
That's all she wrote.
posted by scribe at 8/24/2006
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