Thunderclouds and Parades
So it's now Sunday. I'm up. It's a little before 7:30. I have to coach at, you guessed it, Walmart today, from 10:30 to about 4 or so. If I have any hope of getting to the gym I have to do it now, so I'm sitting here waiting for an hour to go by. It's unsafe to lift weights for at least an hour after you wake up, as the fluid that lubricates your joints is all out of whack until gravity can pull it where it needs to be.
Since my last post The Chef did indeed call me back. And better still, she asked ME to the art museum. ME. Yes, you read that right! So I'm flexing my hours and am taking Tuesday off to do that with her. What a delightful fact! I even remember saying on the phone, "God, what are you trying to do to me?" It was in the flow of the conversation so I think it was barely heard, but there you go.
Damn!
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Okay, so I'm back from the gym. That was icky, and I'm a little sad to report that something feels a little crunchy on my right hip, kinda deep in there. That's a new one.
So anyway, yes, I'm off to the museum on Tuesday. We had a rather funny conversation when she did finally call. She's been working way too much, and she was a little loopy, though it was very cute. I told her I looked forward to that trip. Indeed I am. I'm also startled a bit, wondering what this lucky streak is all about. I'm not calling in the thunderclouds OR the parade yet - just, you know, enjoying myself.
I've been thinking that I'd really like her to spend the night. I mean, yeah, you know, sometimes that means dirty stuff, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want some of that too, but in this case I think it would just be nice to sleep next to her, just to feel her body there. How I would swing that is beyond me, given her schedule, but I suppose some time will clarify a path. It may just happen - one never knows, right? I'd just really like to get cozy with her.
Maybe that's just a little too romantic. Maybe that's not a safe thing to think about. Probably true. I guess I should just be content with the enthusiasm she's showing up to this point. And I most certainly am very happy about that! I think it's safe to feel encouraged. And if the imagination tends to race along, so what? Isn't that all a part of the fun? I think so.
So life is good, hip be damned. And even the hip isn't really too bad, though hopefully tomorrow it won't be any worse. It sucks that nothing ever hurts while I'm working out. It's only after. Maddening.
Since my last post The Chef did indeed call me back. And better still, she asked ME to the art museum. ME. Yes, you read that right! So I'm flexing my hours and am taking Tuesday off to do that with her. What a delightful fact! I even remember saying on the phone, "God, what are you trying to do to me?" It was in the flow of the conversation so I think it was barely heard, but there you go.
Damn!
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Okay, so I'm back from the gym. That was icky, and I'm a little sad to report that something feels a little crunchy on my right hip, kinda deep in there. That's a new one.
So anyway, yes, I'm off to the museum on Tuesday. We had a rather funny conversation when she did finally call. She's been working way too much, and she was a little loopy, though it was very cute. I told her I looked forward to that trip. Indeed I am. I'm also startled a bit, wondering what this lucky streak is all about. I'm not calling in the thunderclouds OR the parade yet - just, you know, enjoying myself.
I've been thinking that I'd really like her to spend the night. I mean, yeah, you know, sometimes that means dirty stuff, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want some of that too, but in this case I think it would just be nice to sleep next to her, just to feel her body there. How I would swing that is beyond me, given her schedule, but I suppose some time will clarify a path. It may just happen - one never knows, right? I'd just really like to get cozy with her.
Maybe that's just a little too romantic. Maybe that's not a safe thing to think about. Probably true. I guess I should just be content with the enthusiasm she's showing up to this point. And I most certainly am very happy about that! I think it's safe to feel encouraged. And if the imagination tends to race along, so what? Isn't that all a part of the fun? I think so.
So life is good, hip be damned. And even the hip isn't really too bad, though hopefully tomorrow it won't be any worse. It sucks that nothing ever hurts while I'm working out. It's only after. Maddening.