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Woo! Five pages of Rachel's manuscript edited! My editorial muscle feels so buff right now. I think it's somewhere in my index finger.
A weird little incident happened today.
As background, I should tell you that I'm a bad person. I park in the at the Co-op or in the bookstore parking lot so I don't have to pay to be in a garage. I'm aware that I'm doing a bad thing, because I'm monopolizing a space all day that should be open for paying customers of those two businesses.
I'm aware, and I believe that I'm slowly accumulating bad karma for doing it.
So when I'm going up to Iowa City, I'm always looking for little cues from the universe to show me where I can rack up a little good karma to repay the debt I'm slowly incurring. It might be something like being nice to a complete stranger, picking up some trash on the street, giving a homeless person change, stuff like that.
As it happened, I parked in the bookstore lot today, right next to a car that was covered in ice and snow.
Somedays I take hints from the universe well. Today was one of those days.
So I get out of the truck with my ice scraper and have just scraped off the passenger-side window (the car was covered in snow) when someone says my name.
Huh?! I was feeling a little nervous about scraping the ice off a stranger's car, and when someone comes walking towards me and says my name, I practically jump out of my skin.
"Van?"
Oh. It's Isabella, my boss's daughter, and the girl I've had an on-again-off-again crush for since I started working at the restaurant. Thank God it's just her.
She keeps walking towards me, and when she's about seven feet away from the car it hits me.
Shit. This's her car. I look like the creepy stalker that tracked down her car so I could do some dopey, romantic gesture for her.
We start talking, and I stammer out my explanation about karma and parking and why I'm leaning over her windshield with an ice-scraper.
I get the feeling she doesn't totally buy it. Great.
Oh well. She get another scraper and a brush out of her car and starts helping me. We talk a little, mostly meaningless chatter, but it's not bad. I tell her my idea about making Saint Nick's Day stockings for everyone at the restaurant, and she thinks it's a fun idea.
The car is now free of all snow and ice. Isabella says goodbye and starts driving back to Washington to spend the weekend with her family. I start walking up towards Eastwind, and wave at her when she goes by.
And the rest of the day has been spent not doing homework and editing Rachel's manuscript. I haven't had lunch yet, and I'm getting pretty hungry. Maybe I'll try one of the Monster bars from the Co-op that Fran talks about.
A weird little incident happened today.
As background, I should tell you that I'm a bad person. I park in the at the Co-op or in the bookstore parking lot so I don't have to pay to be in a garage. I'm aware that I'm doing a bad thing, because I'm monopolizing a space all day that should be open for paying customers of those two businesses.
I'm aware, and I believe that I'm slowly accumulating bad karma for doing it.
So when I'm going up to Iowa City, I'm always looking for little cues from the universe to show me where I can rack up a little good karma to repay the debt I'm slowly incurring. It might be something like being nice to a complete stranger, picking up some trash on the street, giving a homeless person change, stuff like that.
As it happened, I parked in the bookstore lot today, right next to a car that was covered in ice and snow.
Somedays I take hints from the universe well. Today was one of those days.
So I get out of the truck with my ice scraper and have just scraped off the passenger-side window (the car was covered in snow) when someone says my name.
Huh?! I was feeling a little nervous about scraping the ice off a stranger's car, and when someone comes walking towards me and says my name, I practically jump out of my skin.
"Van?"
Oh. It's Isabella, my boss's daughter, and the girl I've had an on-again-off-again crush for since I started working at the restaurant. Thank God it's just her.
She keeps walking towards me, and when she's about seven feet away from the car it hits me.
Shit. This's her car. I look like the creepy stalker that tracked down her car so I could do some dopey, romantic gesture for her.
We start talking, and I stammer out my explanation about karma and parking and why I'm leaning over her windshield with an ice-scraper.
I get the feeling she doesn't totally buy it. Great.
Oh well. She get another scraper and a brush out of her car and starts helping me. We talk a little, mostly meaningless chatter, but it's not bad. I tell her my idea about making Saint Nick's Day stockings for everyone at the restaurant, and she thinks it's a fun idea.
The car is now free of all snow and ice. Isabella says goodbye and starts driving back to Washington to spend the weekend with her family. I start walking up towards Eastwind, and wave at her when she goes by.
And the rest of the day has been spent not doing homework and editing Rachel's manuscript. I haven't had lunch yet, and I'm getting pretty hungry. Maybe I'll try one of the Monster bars from the Co-op that Fran talks about.