My, what an interesting week.
It’s my last day off (after one day off). Back to work tomorrow at the Dollar Shop from 3 pm to 8 pm. Sometime around noon, when my stomach starts to growl, I open the refrigerator and find a half-full (half-empty) glass of wine. (Not a glass exactly, you know. A large plastic mug, complete with a straw and a fun summer design in pretty, bright colors.) How can I resist? Technically, it’s still my weekend, and I don’t have to be in tomorrow till 3:00. It’ll be fine.
Tuesday, 8.9.16, 8:30 pm
Well, crap. I won’t do that again anytime soon. I hope there’s something good on TV. Oh, wow! I just remembered: I have cable!
Tuesday, 8.9.16, 11:30 pm
My new addiction: HGTV. It is now way past my bed time.
Wednesday, 8.10.16, 10:00 am
It’s a medium day, today – only 7 hours at the print shop. That means I’ll be home by 5:15 which will give me plenty of time to get ready to go out tonite. It’s the Chippendale Revue at the Midway Bar, two miles from my house. That kind of thing doesn’t ever happen around here. It wasn’t even advertised…they probably would have been run out of town. Months ago, my boss bought tickets and informed me I would be attending. I have no idea what to expect, but I’m committed (or should be). But I have to work a double tomorrow, so I really need to pace myself.
Thursday, 8.11.16, 7:00 am
I can forget about my leisurely 3-hour morning. I need the snooze alarm. I did get home much earlier than any of the other seven girls I was out with last night, but I was also the oldest in the group. That didn’t stop me (or any of us) from having a really, really good time, but, alas, that is another story for another blog. (I have video, but my stupid-smart phone is telling me I need to free up some space for critical functions. Guess I’ll just have to post it to the internet so I can delete it from my phone. Now, who's the smart one?)
Thursday, 8.11.16, 10:00 am
It seems my boss (at the print shop) is in a worse mood than I am, but I only have to stay till 2:30, so I’ll put up with it the best I can, as usual.
Thursday, 8.11.16, 3:00 pm
It seems my boss (at the retail shop) had a way more interesting night than I did, and is having a much worse day than I am, but that’s another subject for another blog (which will never be written. What happens on Girl’s Night Out, stays on Girl’s Night Out.) Let me just say, I’m glad in this particular respect to be older and wiser and, just for the record, there was a designated driver.
Thursday, 8.11.16, 9:00 pm
Not the longest day of my life but, nonetheless, a long one. I don’t like to eat this late at night, but I’m pretty sure I need food. I hope Amy (my new neighbor, yet another story to tell) doesn’t show up.
Thursday, 8.11.16, 9:30 pm
My (leftover) pizza (seriously, there’s another story here!) is warm and my DVD is set to replay all my missed shows on HGTV.
Thursday, 8.11.16, 9:35 pm
A knock on the door. It’s Chance. (Not Chance from a philosophical standpoint; it’s the actual Chance, my new handyman who is currently camping out in my barn with his black lab. Another story.)
Thursday, 8.11.16, 10:00 pm
Chance and I squared up our “plan” and then I proceeded to fall asleep on my couch. The pizza went back into the fridge before the cockroaches could lay their nasty tentacles on it. (Why, yes, there is a cockroach story in the making, thank you so much for asking!)
Friday, 8.12.16, 9:00 pm
I’m really hungry, but a beer sounds even better. Besides, I have all this leftover stuff from the barn-party I over-planned-for last weekend (four people, instead of ten). And, besides even more, I have a very rare 3-1/2 day weekend ahead of me. Tomorrow will be the “Birthplace of Route 66 Festival” in Springfield, with or without a number of attendees (Amy? Chance? Scott [remember Scott?] and depending on the weather.
But that’s tomorrow, and will (may) no doubt be another story. Meanwhile, I think I am in the mood for a phone conversation with my dear, re-discovered friend, Chris Lenox, currently based in Dodgeville, Wisconsin.
I may decide to change my moving plans.
But that’s another story.