Blasts from Pasts Recent and Long Ago in These Foolish Things

Happy Sunday Night!

Gotta make this brief because I’m exhausted and tomorrow starts my first full work week at The Cutie Pie Company - it’s going to be intense and I set my alarm even earlier because I have changed my morning walks with Martini to be an hour long before work (because we don’t really take sufficient breaks in the office…more on that later) and I also have to wash my hair in the morning and that takes extra time in my schedule.

All of that above to say that I’m getting up at 4:15 tomorrow morning. I adore my mornings. They are VERY important “me times” and I don’t want to feel toooooo out of it in the morning (I’m normally up by 4:45, so a half hour earlier).

This morning on my walk I started jotting down some prompts I wanted to remember to write about. Some of it is about work, and I want to save that for a nice, big, juicy entry when I’m feeling like digging into it. But I don’t want to get into it right now because it’s still the weekend and I want to milk every last drop of it.

I didn’t do anything Friday night. I think I came home and just decompressed.

Saturday morning I got up and went downtown to take Martini on a good, long walk on the city trail (OMG, this trail is even better than my previous city’s city trail) and then go see Bob, my psychiatrist friend who lives in [my new city]. I’ve written about him before. Best Bud dated him while she was in college and he was finishing med school and we’ve all been friends for years and years - since Best Bud was living with the super crazy pain management doc back in the late 90s. The docs went to med school together (along with Doc. D…that guy I dated during the time my carotid artery dissected). We are all so convolutedly connected.

I have a lot to write about Bob - he’s kinda insane in that crazy, crazy kind of intellectual too smart for most people kinda way that makes you do wacky things.

But Bob had a stroke in September (he never told me this - I found out through Best Bud), and he’s doing well, but just not the same. Def still crazy, though.

Anyway, Bob asked me to meet him at his office in a medical center in a super cool part of town. He showed me around the office and his art gallery (which is connected to his practice…weird, but it works) and then we went to this hip coffee/breakfast place where we had a good, long chat. And then he took me on a drive around town, pointing out sights and points of interest all over town.

So glad I got to see him! He says he has a lot of friends he wants to introduce to me.

Then today I decided to walk Martini alllll the way across the park that my apartment sits on. It’s nearly 9 miles, but I wanted to walk the whole length.

Lo and behold, who should we run into as we get a good 20 minutes into our walk? Yep, the guy and dog we met last Sunday! The hot guy who took my number and never sent a text!

We stopped to chat for a bit and then he asked me if I got his text. I told him no and asked him to check the number he put in.

Sure enough, he’d gotten the number wrong, so we made sure to correct that on the spot!! I now have his numbah! And he sent me several texts today. Little get to know you type texts and I’m not mad about this at ALL.

Would be excellent to have a walking buddy on the weekends. Maybe even a walking buddy with benefits??

And OH MY GOD, speaking of which, do you remember Bachelor Party Marty? The guy I messed around with maybe 5 or 6 years ago who was many, many years younger than me? We had a crazy love affair for several months and then he hurt my feelings in a big way and I blocked him?

Well, guess he got a new number and so I got a mysterious text during work last week from him…telling me how much he still thinks about me and the “fun times we had” (complete with little devil emoji). He then asked if life’s been treating me well.

I didn’t answer. I mean, why? Why do people circle back years later? Is it to make sure we think about them too?

Whatever.

OK. I gotta go. I’m so freaking tired and can’t wait to sleep…maybe even dream good dreams?

Love,
GS

P.S. I just reread this entry and realize that I started about 20 different story lines and never finished a single one in this entry, but I’m too worn out to go back and finish them, so I’m sorry. Maybe I’ll write more coherently sometime during the week? I hope so!! xox

Last updated February 27, 2023