Good Monday morning. It hasn’t started exactly to plan, but oh well, I’m here at the office and getting stuff done. Will need to bust it today because tomorrow is completely booked up with face-to-face meetings (yeah, we are starting to get more of the corp office back here - masked and distanced, of course, but our CEO is ready for us to be fully functioning again).
When I got here (the office) the security guy was here and he was testing the alarms in the building which made my dog freak the eff out. She was shaking and losing her shit, so I decided to leave the building and drive over to the closest Starbucks and get a latte and some brekkie and a protein box.
I’ve eaten/drank all of it before 10am. And I’ve been trying intermittent fasting on the weekdays - not eating anything before noon, so there goes that!
I appreciated reading everyone’s accounts of 9/11 on my previous entry. I had a noter who sarcastically congratulated me for making 9/11 all about myself, but I don’t think this person realizes how much that event affected the entire world. Sure, I know that the closer you were to the events, the more it affected you, but we all took a blow on 9/11. We all still feel it today. It was targeted at the United States, but the world felt it. You felt it foo.
Anyway. We are now at mid-September, 2020 and Covid still rages on (even though so many act like it has disappeared). I am beyond surprised by how many of my friends don’t think there should be any concern about Covid and are doing things like going out to bars and having unmasked parties. In fact, I turned down a birthday party on Friday night because they weren’t going to be having dinner on an outdoor patio. I later saw photos of my friends unmasked and all huggy and kissy in an indoor restaurant setting. I feel totally uncomfortable with that.
Yet, there are still things that can be done, and this weekend felt really nice.
On Saturday I got together with [Athena] at a really special urban farm for coffee and brunch. Such a beautiful oasis in the middle of a rough and often neglected neighborhood. I took the dog and walked around the lush farm - flowers and herbs and veggies everywhere, chickens and goats in their structures. It was such a fantastic day that we stayed all morning catching up and into the afternoon. So nice that I’d forgotten I was asked to take some photos of a friend of mine for a leadership conference she was a part of.
So I booked it back to my apartment and took photos in the beautiful community space we have in our old historic building.
And then I went back to my apartment thinking, well, now what do I do with the rest of this glorious day? I mean, it really was a beautiful day weather-wise and I was bummed that I had to cut the afternoon short.
And then, a text. A text from a guy I called “CD”, which stands for Cute Dad. We went out last year around the time of my carotid injury (in fact, our first date and RAD was the same evening I’d gotten the CT scan that showed the dissection that nearly caused a stroke - no wonder I couldn’t think back then!). Anyway, we went out several times and just couldn’t make the feelings happen. I think he was trying to be gentle around me and then gave up.
ANYWAY. He’s actually circled around a couple of times over the last several weeks and on Labor Day I took myself to brunch and posted a photo of the fabulous bloody mary I was drinking and he sent me a text telling me that it looked delicious so I invited him to join me and he actually did!
And THEN he sent me a text on Saturday afternoon asking me if I wanted to sit on a patio with him and have dinner. And I jumped at the chance! He even said Martini was welcome!
It was a fantastic dinner and a lovely evening with lots of laughs, but afterwards we simply said our goodbyes and that was it. Like, no flirty, flirty. No romance. No nothing. It’s a bit like it was last year when he told me that he just couldn’t do it. But last year I thought it was because of my injury and that I was trying to be super careful. Now, there’s no excuse (except Covid keeps me 6 feet away from someone..so.). I don’t understand it. I think I really like this guy, but he’s not giving me anything. And I think I’m probably not giving him anything either? It leaves me wondering if I should make a move?
Anyway, Sunday rolled around and I took the dog on a nice, long walk at the city lake and then off to see my parents and their NEW DOG!! So excited that they seem to have adopted a sweet little fella and named him George. He was found in someone’s yard, all matted and timid and so the dude gave him several baths and cut off the matted fur and took care of him for a couple of days. Mom and Dad are taking him to the vet today.
I told them that he’s probably some family’s dog and that he’s probably microchipped and that he seemed super lethargic, so I’m hoping he’s not sick, but they are still keeping their hopes up, and I’m keeping mine up for them because he’s such a sweet looking thing and he’s very, very gentle and seems to have a lot of love to give. I truly hope it works out.
My SIL went with me to get groceries and I was annoyed the whole time. Just so annoyed with people who can’t go the right direction in the grocery store even though there are MASSIVE signs showing directions and people who can’t figure out how to put a mask over both their mouth AND their nose. And just people in general.
I was also annoyed by my SIL for some reason because she was yelling in my ear about somesuch bullshit. Why was I so annoyed?
After lunch and some playtime with my niece, I decided it was time to go home.
Home to do a little planning of my road trip. I might have something exciting to write about soon!
Okay, gotta roll. I need to take the dog out to do her business and take my lunchtime walk and get down to more business at work!
Love and more,