I’m sitting in a fairly loud establishment trying to get some work done (and half people watching/not really paying attention) and this girl sits down about three tables down and starts a conversation with someone on speakerphone. No headphones, just a LOUD discussion that was very, very noticeable. She had the volume WAYYYYY up and she was talking super, duper loudly, so I looked at her and caught her eye.
She kept doing it - even louder this time, so I looked back over and caught her eye AGAIN.
So then she started talking really loudly to her friend on speaker phone about the person who is staring at her because she was talking on speaker phone and I didn’t quite catch all of the things she was saying because, again, it’s just loud in here anyway…but then I heard her say, “She’s working…” blah, blah, blah. And then, “She’s probably older anyway…” blah, blah, blah.
And of course, that’s true. I’m now older than 75.5% of the population in this town!! Holy shit. It’s true. I looked it up. What a sobering number! I’m older than the vast majority of y’all youngsters! Am I the asshole? The Karen? Get off my lawn, ya youngsters! Or at least speak softer!
Remember Chip, the guy I went on that perfect coffee date with? Yeah well, he never messaged me back after our date. I was disappointed and tried not to spend too much energy trying to will him to text or to let it bother me that much.
Then yesterday, [Athena] forwarded me a link about the newly-elected president of Mexico. SHE is a climate scientist and I’m now more excited about Mexico than EVER!
So I said fuck it and sent a message to Chip (he’s from Mexico) with a little congratulatory note about the future of Mexico. He wrote back right away telling me how smart and pragmatic she is and asked how I was doing.
I told him about the trip to Bentonville knowing he’d be interested in hearing about the trails being washed out since he’s such a huge cyclist, but then I never heard anything back.
So. Again. I know the answer. I need to leave it ALONE!
Onward.
I’m going to dinner with a German literature professor tomorrow evening. We’ll see.
Today I had two skin cancers removed. It was a hard morning and I was scared, but the valium did the trick and the doc and team were beyond lovely and so now I have two fucking spots removed. One basal cell carcinoma on my shoulder, which was a super easy scrape and burn procedure - but then the squamous cell fucker on my leg? They took a FIVE INCH chunk out of my leg! Motherfucker!
I’m just glad they are out.
They have to send the squamous cell chunk to the lab to read the pathology. Hopefully, they got it all and I won’t have to mess with that spot again.
Then we just keep checking nearly every month. My next appointment is in July.
OK. Time to get going. Since I’m downtown I am going to go to my Girl Crush’s house for a bit. She and her wife are having craft night. I can’t stay because I have to go pick up Martini at doggie daycare before they close at 8, but at least I can go say hi and hang out for an hour. I really love those bitches and miss them in my neighborhood.
Boy, my valium is taking a really long time to wear off today. I’m feeling sassy (and that’s not really what the V does, but I’ll take it!).
Remind me to tell you about the pit bull in my complex whose owner lets off leash to attack other dogs who are on leash. I’m so pissed and I don’t even want to walk Martini in my hood anymore.
Another story I HAVE to remember to tell!
Love you long time and see you later!
GS
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