Plans: "Plan to be surprised"?
Let's talk, if we can, about plans. About my plans. My good, comprehensive, pragmatic, safe little plans. My treacherous, traitorous, ill-meaning plans. Okay. Maybe not ill-meaning, but certainly traitorous. Yes, that's right, they take my intentions and throw them out the window, replacing said intentions with pitfalls and curve balls. I suppose you've guessed by now that one of my "solid gold" plans turned out to be nothing but gold leaf over lead...or something like that.
I went in prepared, emotionally, for the "inevitable," and came out with the ridiculous. Ridiculously wonderful. Ridiculously terrible. Ridiculously tortuous, or some other dramatic word like that. Now here I am, watching Encore Love, listening to old Roxette songs, and ignoring my poor poor kitty (not to mention all the work I could be doing...like beginning a syllabus for this class I'll be teaching). I should vacuum and dust and clean my bathroom. Do the dishes, bake another ugly delicious pie, and learn to knit. Then I could knit little booties for my cats and remind myself of my real life plan.
Okay, so I got drunk again last night. It had been a few days, and was time, or something. Think I might again tonight. Drunk vacuuming could be amusing, if not particularly effective.
Saw a baseball game last night with Zoe, or, part of one. The Topes lost, as usual, but it was good, clean, family fun. Here's a decent quote from last night. Me: "You know what happens, Abreu, when you slow down just before getting to base? You miss the train, that's what happens. Let's put the heat on next time."
And now I'm off to vacuum and await Margarita hour.
love/hugs/and kisses for all
k-j
I went in prepared, emotionally, for the "inevitable," and came out with the ridiculous. Ridiculously wonderful. Ridiculously terrible. Ridiculously tortuous, or some other dramatic word like that. Now here I am, watching Encore Love, listening to old Roxette songs, and ignoring my poor poor kitty (not to mention all the work I could be doing...like beginning a syllabus for this class I'll be teaching). I should vacuum and dust and clean my bathroom. Do the dishes, bake another ugly delicious pie, and learn to knit. Then I could knit little booties for my cats and remind myself of my real life plan.
Okay, so I got drunk again last night. It had been a few days, and was time, or something. Think I might again tonight. Drunk vacuuming could be amusing, if not particularly effective.
Saw a baseball game last night with Zoe, or, part of one. The Topes lost, as usual, but it was good, clean, family fun. Here's a decent quote from last night. Me: "You know what happens, Abreu, when you slow down just before getting to base? You miss the train, that's what happens. Let's put the heat on next time."
And now I'm off to vacuum and await Margarita hour.
love/hugs/and kisses for all
k-j