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Here are some things about my summer so far:
Rob, my old manager at Cal's -> Cobblestone quit. He's gone. Now it's just a bunch of people who don't know stuff about plants and me. I don't know much about plants, but more than they do. I answer all of your planting questions. Don't overwater your plants. That is what you are always doing wrong, people. Leave your tomato plants alone, ok? And quit spraying so many damned chemicals on everything. You're going to make superbugs.
There are two guys who just started working at Cobblestone, Santos and Pedro. They are from Mexico, and so we chat about Mexico sometimes. I eavesdrop when they are talking. Pedro hits on me a lot. I thought he was maybe 30, but it turns out he is 42 and has sons my age, as well as grandkids. He always tells me about his ex-girlfriend, and how she was tall like me, and also young like me. I think he asked me out. I couldn't really tell because his english isn't too good, and my spanish isn't too good. I said, "uhhh....maybe?" That means no. It isn't going to happen, Pedro. I'm sorry, buddy.
I went on a blind date. I think it's one of those things you have to do in your lifetime, and it's best to do it in the summer. He stopped by Cobblestone before we went out, so I could verify that he wasn't just Pedro in disguise. We took his rottweiler, Jazz, on a walk. Bonus points for dog. We saw 28 Weeks Later. Bonus points for zombie-esque movie. We played some pool. Bonus points for me winning by default. He likes the stuff that I like. He's kind of a socialist? It's good for me, though, because I realized I am a recovering stoic-objectivist. We went on a second date, too. We had a good walk, sans Jazz. We went bowling. He opened a door for me. We watched some Arrested Development. This dude is racking up bonus points all over the place. I'm a little scared he'll rip off his face Scooby-Doo style on the next date and he'll be a robot or something. These are my fears. This is my first summer in 2 years where I haven't been waiting for the traveler to come back. It's pretty liberating.
Russia is coming up pretty quickly. Less than a month, I think. Yikes. I took a language evaluation over the phone, and completely bombed it. Spectacularly. That was a grumpy day. That was the grumpiest of days. Also, some little kid at Cobblestone shouted at me "Are you a boy or a girl!?" that day. This was a day that I decided to wear a sports bra for comfort, which had smooshed my ever-diminishing chest so that I looked like a slightly lumpy boy. Anyway. Russia. Terrified. Most absolutely. Also because I don't think I want to pursue a career in any sort of government or policy-related career. I want to become a master gardener, and maybe work on promoting urban farming. But, my langauge might come in handy with that. Russian and Mexican immigrants and all.
I have yet to roll around in the grass. It was a really strong urge I had when I was up at Concordia, which I never satisfied, for fear of scaring the Lutherans. When I say roll, I don't mean just lay in the grass. I mean really getting down in the grass and just rolling in it. Grass stains. Dirt in the fingers. Leaves stuck to hair. That kind of rolling.
I'm HIV negative. That's a good thing to find out. Apparently, Russia doesn't want HIV positive people in their country.
I finally bought some deoderant. I had been going without for a while.
I'm drinking around 4-6 cups of coffee a day.
I'm not running nearly as much as I should be. I'm just so damned tired/sore from work.
I'm getting a little doughy. A little soft around the edges.
I have a really awful farmers tan. I need to even this shit out. I guess I'll call Andrea, since she tans, and have her take me to a toaster place. Sigh. I didn't want to get to this point, but here I am.
What a long entry! Goodness. You guys are lucky.
Rob, my old manager at Cal's -> Cobblestone quit. He's gone. Now it's just a bunch of people who don't know stuff about plants and me. I don't know much about plants, but more than they do. I answer all of your planting questions. Don't overwater your plants. That is what you are always doing wrong, people. Leave your tomato plants alone, ok? And quit spraying so many damned chemicals on everything. You're going to make superbugs.
There are two guys who just started working at Cobblestone, Santos and Pedro. They are from Mexico, and so we chat about Mexico sometimes. I eavesdrop when they are talking. Pedro hits on me a lot. I thought he was maybe 30, but it turns out he is 42 and has sons my age, as well as grandkids. He always tells me about his ex-girlfriend, and how she was tall like me, and also young like me. I think he asked me out. I couldn't really tell because his english isn't too good, and my spanish isn't too good. I said, "uhhh....maybe?" That means no. It isn't going to happen, Pedro. I'm sorry, buddy.
I went on a blind date. I think it's one of those things you have to do in your lifetime, and it's best to do it in the summer. He stopped by Cobblestone before we went out, so I could verify that he wasn't just Pedro in disguise. We took his rottweiler, Jazz, on a walk. Bonus points for dog. We saw 28 Weeks Later. Bonus points for zombie-esque movie. We played some pool. Bonus points for me winning by default. He likes the stuff that I like. He's kind of a socialist? It's good for me, though, because I realized I am a recovering stoic-objectivist. We went on a second date, too. We had a good walk, sans Jazz. We went bowling. He opened a door for me. We watched some Arrested Development. This dude is racking up bonus points all over the place. I'm a little scared he'll rip off his face Scooby-Doo style on the next date and he'll be a robot or something. These are my fears. This is my first summer in 2 years where I haven't been waiting for the traveler to come back. It's pretty liberating.
Russia is coming up pretty quickly. Less than a month, I think. Yikes. I took a language evaluation over the phone, and completely bombed it. Spectacularly. That was a grumpy day. That was the grumpiest of days. Also, some little kid at Cobblestone shouted at me "Are you a boy or a girl!?" that day. This was a day that I decided to wear a sports bra for comfort, which had smooshed my ever-diminishing chest so that I looked like a slightly lumpy boy. Anyway. Russia. Terrified. Most absolutely. Also because I don't think I want to pursue a career in any sort of government or policy-related career. I want to become a master gardener, and maybe work on promoting urban farming. But, my langauge might come in handy with that. Russian and Mexican immigrants and all.
I have yet to roll around in the grass. It was a really strong urge I had when I was up at Concordia, which I never satisfied, for fear of scaring the Lutherans. When I say roll, I don't mean just lay in the grass. I mean really getting down in the grass and just rolling in it. Grass stains. Dirt in the fingers. Leaves stuck to hair. That kind of rolling.
I'm HIV negative. That's a good thing to find out. Apparently, Russia doesn't want HIV positive people in their country.
I finally bought some deoderant. I had been going without for a while.
I'm drinking around 4-6 cups of coffee a day.
I'm not running nearly as much as I should be. I'm just so damned tired/sore from work.
I'm getting a little doughy. A little soft around the edges.
I have a really awful farmers tan. I need to even this shit out. I guess I'll call Andrea, since she tans, and have her take me to a toaster place. Sigh. I didn't want to get to this point, but here I am.
What a long entry! Goodness. You guys are lucky.