Is
it weird to know someone in real life and read their blog which
they think is semi-anonymous and semi-private and not tell them
you're reading? Or would it more likely wig them out if you were
all, "Hey, I read your whole blog and now I know all this stuff
about you that you never personally told me." I don't know
what to do. I know this girl and I just found a link to her blog
and read the whole thing and now I'm in a pickle. Thankfully there's
nothing scathing in it cuz that would be weirder.
Speaking
of scathing, I want to write a book. I'm totally itching to write
something loosely based on my experiences here in this new town,
but I know if I did it and if it actually got read I would have
zero friends and be a local pariah. On a positive note for the town,
the likelihood of my putting pen to paper is pretty sad and remote
these days, so perhaps this place and its inhabitants are safe for
now.
So
would you like to know what I've been doing? Let me transcribe my
calendar for the past week.
Monday,
Nov. 3: Mom and Dad here. Send in Sony Playstation points. Cancel
(big retailer) credit card.
Tuesday, Nov. 4: Vote. Get free Starbucks.
Wednesday, Nov. 5: Music class. Pick up bike. Call lawyer. Parents
leave. Go to photography class.
Thursday, Nov. 6: Mail books to Amazon (didn't do it). Go to gallery
in SF.
Friday, Nov. 7: Fasting blood draw. Fireplace replacement install.
Saturday, Nov. 8: Lawyer here. Door guy here. Farmer's market. Install
mailbox. Change door locks.
So
this is my life. It's extremely incredibly unfortunately mundane
at the moment. The most exciting thing was installing a new mailbox
at the curb because the crumudgeonly by-the-books mailman said he'd
"go postal" if we didn't. Nothing like the threat of crazy
machinegun fire to make you install a letters receptacle. And the
gallery in SF was nice, but there are crazy homeless people in San
Francisco. Like it is homeless mecca. Weird coming from Burbank,
where there were no homeless people at all, like none. And the blood
draw Friday was to check my cholesterol and blood sugar and also
white blood cell count because I have a largeish lump in my neck
that is probably cancer. Last week the doctor felt it, stepped back,
stared at me and said, "Let's draw some blood." My hypochondriacal
madness is currently in overdrive.
It's
been raining here, and normally I'd say yay rain, but spending all
day indoors or in the car driving to somewhere indoors with a toddler
isn't fun. The boy has become an expert climber in the last week
and now pushes a box to the computer chair, climbs onto it onto
the chair, then onto the computer desk to standing. Imagine this
over and over all day long and you see how important going outside
is.
Also,
he must have grown a couple inches because all of his pants are
suddenly highwaters.
