Weekend Silence = Productivity
To those of you who rely on a blog fix every morning, I apologize for not posting over the weekend. But I got so much done!
I can once again see the surface of my desk! I only got a little further with my tax preparation, but now I know where everything is. I went (yes, alone) to see "The Queen" and enjoyed it greatly. It's obvious why Helen Mirren won the Oscar. I sewed, making a couple of gifts for friends. (PianoLady, watch your mailbox.) I ran lots of errands and, on Sunday evening, had dinner with a fiber friend I met in Taos three years ago.
Here's a kicker: I got an e-mail from a very interesting-looking (meaning his profile and his photo) man in Santa Barbara who is planning to move to Youngstown. What?! I thought I was the only person in the world who was considering moving to Youngstown. The only other people I've talked to indicated they were trying to get out of Youngstown. This could be interesting . . . .
Oh, and regarding Mr. Match. I'm done. Let the cheering begin. He had called me on his way back from Anchorage on Tuesday and said he wanted to see me this weekend, that we would have dinner. We spoke again on Thursday, confirming what my schedule was and when I had free time. Then I heard nothing further. I reiterate: I'm done. I will not be treated in the cavalier fashion he wishes to employ. You've all known it for months. Now I know it. He may be Mr. Match, but he ain't Mr. Right.
2 comments:
Movies are the only "out and about" thing I'm truly comfortable doing alone. I know nobody's staring. I can't go out to eat, though, without feeling very uncomfortable. Best I can manage is to eat at the bar, and even that's awkward.
Oh, my fave dinner is salad and breadsticks at Olive Garden, at a table in the bar (don't have to stand in line) with my Sudoku or Washington Post crossword puzzle.
And I have a new favorite restaurant in Tucson: Rio Cafe on Grant. I've been there four times now - twice with Frank and twice by myself. Works for me! (But I'm a whole lot older than you, if that matters.)
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