Last Day In July

I've never grown such arty morning glories. These are truly lovely. I tried to impress upon my son and my husband how lovely and wonderful they were and I got lackluster agreement.

wish someone would hire me

to be their best friend. I'll do laundry, too, if the price is right.

worried worried worried

left out too.
Pickles does not have mange but midge. Cute guy.

sunny sunny sunny

It's a pretty nice Friday. My mouth still has an ouchie and now I'm not sure it is tooth-related. In other matters, I had my first pedicure today. It was nice. I really liked the foot massage. I'd rather have 89% massage, 11% trim as my pedicure. I don't need the "dressing" just the shaping and rubbing.

Dogs are hanging around watching us as we snack and watch x-files. They want a walk as well as a snickerdoodle.

rain rain rain rain

The rain is coming down a little bit sideways. My tooth hurts-I haven't been to a dentist in over ten years or more. I guess I have to start a relationship with one. What if they tell me I need a root canal? I don't really want to get one. It's raining really hard. I don't ever want to leave the house. The dogs are lying around with me in the living room. I'm the only one watching the Sandra Bullock movie. I guess I better call the dentist.

eh

feeling kind of melancholy tonight. dogs surrounding and shopping on line doesn't help. even the right decisions in life sometimes ache a little bit. maybe i'm too sensitive. will go upstairs and ...something. not going to northampton as planned. seems too far away.

I do have a heckling proclivity

And I was able to indulge tonight.
I hate crowds and yammering for a seat. Hate it. That's why I didn't mention earlier that I was going to go see John Hodgman perform at the Rendezvous in Turners Falls. I don't want to fight a crowd.

Before we went over to T.F., I sat out on our back porch with DbR after showering and changing into a favorite outfit: my current favorite shirt (man's white button down with collar and cool brownish markings), taylored brown patterned work pants and black doc martin sandals, while he smoked and the dogs avoided the rain. He made jokes and mocked Brian Wilson (lovingly, I'm sure) until I said, "Let's go" at 6:10 (Hodgman was to start at 8). DbR relented and we drove over and got our table in the front. He ordered nachos, I got chicken wings which we enjoyed with Lagunitas beer. We watched the place fill up with locals and then DbR told me, "John Hodgman is arrived" and I turned to look and sure enough, the local celeb walked in in shorts and sneakers and his cool glasses and nice hair and just made his way to the front where his chair and desk awaited. He didn't hide or act shy, just joined the crowd, helped do the soundcheck and schmoozed with Jamie, the owner, and it was nice. I saw an opening and went over to him, described myself from my fan emails, etc and asked him to sign his book for me. He said he was going to leave autographing to the end but would sign my The Alamo book which I had with me and had also hoped to get him to autograph. He did this thing where he crossed out the actual author on the title page and wrote in his own, which I found amusing. He then made an announcement to the effect that he would sign books at the end but would do this for me as a special favor so I gestured grandly with his book and sure enough, he signed the thing.

I took some photos of him with Edgar and Jackie and he called them up front to be on the desk with him which was kind of cool. He made the obvious joke that they were lovers which I approve of, of course.

Then he continued reading his material including a long thing about Molemen, the new, or old, hobos, and he asked a guy in the crowd to read questions about the Molemen (which he had prepared) to him and asked for a chair for the guy-as I was closest (and most obnoxious)-he asked for mine. I gladly gave it and kneeled until it hurt at which time DbR let me sit on his lap. That was nice too.

Later I gave JH a copy of my latest zine which he actually acted pleased to receive, which was also very nice. I liked the whole evening very much and am planning to go again next week. I love the PC guy.

easily stressed out

I planted a bunch of zinnias this year and did I mention? someone took the small portable fence I had stuck up around the patch to keep it "safe". It's odd someone would steal such a thing. But the plants have remained and today the very first zinnia bloomed. I immediately picked it and brought it to work. It's on my desk now. I'm looking at it. It's very nice.

I'm pretty excited about tonight. I'm nervous too. What if the place is too crowded and I'm told to leave? I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Should I get him to sign his book? Are autographs gauche?

In other news, the auditors are here.

Hot and Hazy

I'm not worried about the same things as I was when I wrote the last post. Anyway! This weekend has been pretty intensely active. So hot. Friday night I tried to go to sleep early but didn't actually make it. Nonetheless, I was able to get my ass out of bed on Saturday before six thirty am and we walked the dogs and etc and were picking up Karen by seven thirty. DbR was a total champ and drove us to Gloucester to the extremely crowded and busy beach, Good harbor Beach. It was intense. There was traffic up the road for a quarter of a mile and we sat in it for more than a half hour and I was so stressed, worried we wouldn't get parking and would be turned away and have to come up with a plan B, which I shamefully did not have. It was still before 10:30 am and it was so wall to wall! There was people all over the beach and more and more people arrived after we did and it became interesting after 12 because the tide came up the beach and people all had to move up toward the dunes and we all got a little closer to each other. The beach is big and lovely and the waves were perfectly rolling and not scary to me but I guess Karen was a little nervous. There were big waves, caused by tropical storm Christobal which was churning around down by South Carolina, enjoyed by all the Massachusetts swimmers.

It was hot. At one point Karen and I were hanging comfortably up on the sand waiting for DbR to return from the snack shop. After twenty minutes we were uncomfortable and radiating heat and wondering, why doesn't he come back? It had become a bummer because we wanted to go cool off in the water but didn't want to leave him to find an empty blanket. He did come back soon, telling us that it took a while for the snack shop to achieve the lovely sweet potato fries. We ate and drank water and then rushed off to the water. He stayed out to digest but joined us soon after. The water was so lovely and bright and the bottom was sandy and clean and the waves, perfect toys.

Surprising

I thought that when I fell in love and got married, I wouldn't worry about things ever again. What a silly fantasy. Lately I've been waking up around dawn and would toss and turn, beset with trepidation. It's tiring and depressing.

There are some pretty loud birds this morning, hanging around the neighborhood. I don't find them restful.

thinking about getting dressed

and going over to karaoke at the rendezvous. trying not to be too depressed about work. la la la.
i had a pretty nice Sunday.

talk about revulsion!

this old house needs a lot of work-and some of that work just entails crappy hard work-cleaning, rearranging. today i did some gardening and weeding-the husband is planning on some time with the weedwacker, oh joy. i have been rewarded with 1 morning glory flower and 1 1/2 marigolds. meanwhile, the basement is a hell hole and i have planned to replace the windows down there sometime this month. meanwhile, today, i guess i'll try to remove a layer of musty dusty linty crap. every little bit hurts, i mean counts.

calm the revulsion

In the ladies at work there are 2 stalls. one has a functional, locking handle. the other has a handle that has all the mechanisms needed to function as a lock but lets one down again and again. if someone opens the outer door of the bathroom, the lock fails and the stall door swings open. if someone opens the other stall door, this stall door swings open. if someone "forgets" to wash one's hands after using the toilet, the stall door swings open. i generally avoid the broken stall door stall but today when i peeked into the preferred stall i saw something distasteful on the toilet seat so opted for the broken stall door stall. of course someone tried to come into my stall but i was ready with my hand up to prevent the intrusion.

During my time there the person who tried to join me in my stall talked to another person who was washing hands, etc. the other person has an energy about her that makes me as nervous as a tampon. as nervous as the tampon itself as it awaits its destiny and as nervous as the person who is about to use the tampon. Sure, i know many people aren't skittish about using a tampon but sometimes...anyway, this person's energy is always strident, always fake, always unnatural, forced and it really makes me...wince. when i thought about these two women sitting on the questionably adorned toilet seat, i winced again. then i assuaged myself with the thought that i have sat in much much worse, probably, in places like Fenway or some public beach bathroom after a sunny, well-trodden day. this soothed my sense of revulsion.

sometimes I want to bust shit up

I have been grooming a crop of zinnias from seed since the last frost. I am really happy, excited and anxious about the little guys as they sunbathe and roast in my front patch.

Today I went to big Y to buy a bagel and out front were a bunch of planter with zinnias in full bloom. I could buy, for $6, a planter with 5-6 zinnia plants in full bloom. Of course I was tempted. I really love zinnias. But I didn't buy-I have some growing, in my yard, from seed!

When I came out of the store with my purchase there was some old lady-with a wig or bad fake blond hair- with 4 or 5 of the planters full of blooming zinnias in her arms, ready to buy and take away to enjoy. And for some reason, I really hated that lady. It's unreasonable, I know. I could buy those zinnias, if I wanted to-but something about her buying so many and walking away with the flowers really set me to seething.

bye bye long weekend

I gotta go back to work tomorrow, waah. I like my job, sure, I just like hanging around the house with the husband and our dogs much better. This weekend we saw Wall-E, Get Smart and Hancock. I really liked Hancock very much. I found it entertaining and Will Smith's character believable.

Meanwhile, I just feel like doing very little. Maybe I'll sew this button on my shorts. Last night there was an impromptu singstar fest at the H+O and I sang Hey Ya. It was fun.

dirty messy, pathetic

I look around the mess which is my home and I desperately want it to be tidy and clean. Then I sigh and take a nap. Whoop whoop!

another day in paradise

so the lone sea otter found a mate. It's funny that I married this guy before we even went swimming together! what if he's a total jerk or dork or loser in the waves? that would suck, right? We have swum once since the ceremony-at Echo Lake on Mt. Dessert Island. He gave me 3 boosts, which were pretty good. The first one was the best one.

We just watched Pat and Mike, that old b+w movie with Kate and Tracy. It was nice. I want to watch more old movies as opposed to this thing on tv right now: the revenge of some sith or something. Samuel is so great, though.