Because the words “strange” and “stranger” seem to be recurrent themes in my life today, I present them to you as such.
The kindness of strangers
Strangers who become great friends, that is!
I received a a thoughtful package that included the book that I need to keep me from giving up on writing my novel.
Maddie decided to read it while I was out this morning. What a talented pussy. 🙂
Thanks for picking me up when my confidence had gone splat! Can’t wait to read your your novel!
Just plain strange
Signs I’m losing my mind: Forgot to wear a bra today when I went out this morning. Didn’t realize it till I got home and took off my coat and was like, whoa, it was chilly today, wasn’t it? 😉
From the “who’da thought it — I’m normal!” files: I had to do a psychological evaluation today for an assignment I don’t think I’ll be taking. The therapist said I am at risk for an anxiety disorder. Gee, ya THINK?!?! LOL. In any event, I am otherwise healthy, normal and sane, albeit braless.
I said good, because white coats are just not that flattering on me (braless or not), so he said he’d find one in pink. 😉 I think he was looking for depression in me, and that’s far from the case (ask anyone who’s talked to me lately — I’m poor but I’m happy!). My theory is that I would be suicidal, but that would mean having to clean the house for when my body is found, and well, life doesn’t suck that much to really want to do any kickass cleaning anytime soon! So I’m in for the long haul.
Stranger (of the Everyday kind)
Just wanted to thank Helen over at Everyday Stranger for a brilliant blog post wherein she has a moan (not that kind!) and writes letters to people, places and forces of nature.
Inspired, I submit the following:
Dear (my state):
I’m sorry that you don’t see fit to help me financially with money I paid to you in the first place that was to be reserved for helping people in times of need. Clearly, my own temporary hardships do not qualify to earn a small fraction of my money back until the wind fills my sails again. I realize that I am at an age where I should be shitting out babies and staying home; you begrudge me because I have only achieved the latter. My apologies for aspiring to the wrong goals in life.
Love,
Dawn
Strangers and sayings
So I actually went to the gym the other day, and I ran into someone I haven’t seen in forever — my good friend from the West Coast used to chat with him way back in her single days. I called her to report, “I saw an old friend of yours. I think his name is Beltway, right? Because that is the stretch of the road I remember you wanting to ride him up.”
(As if you couldn’t tell, our code for “oh, he’s hot” is “I’d like to ride that up the Beltway.) And that’s quite an expanse of Interstate!
Anyway.
Unless there are any objections, I’m going to go find a bra now. 🙂
On iTunes: Switchfoot, “I Dare You to Move”