Last night I had a hard time falling asleep (at midnight) because it was so hot. We slept late and I had to run around like an idiot in the morning (cough, afternoon) to make coffee with Big D. Michael suggested I just show up in last night's clothing: no one would know. For the record? I was wearing a jean mini skirt and a sleeveless black top with a sheer back. Um, not so much for a Saturday afternoon coffee.Big D had to cancel due to work which, though disappointing, was likely for the best. He was on call, I was harried and... it was too hot.
Not hot enough to nix a bike ride to Deep Cove in the heat of the day, naturally. Every time we stopped I started to nod off and I think it was because the heat was sapping my will to live. We stopped for a coffee on the way home and I slid down in my chair on the patio and closed my eyes. I heard these two guys exit the coffee shop and remark how the heat was like a wave once you left the air-conditioned comfort of the shop and then one of them hit my supine, dopey self with a rolled up newspaper. So I straightened up and tried to fly right. It was the most random and hilarious thing that's happened to me in ages. I love stuff like that.
Tomorrow we are running 18 miles. Jebus, that's far. My mom already called to ask if doing it was such a great idea. I assured her it was. Most of the run will be along the water so that will make a huge difference.
Spoke to my realtor today. She thinks I should either drop the price 10k or take it off the market because it's getting stale. I don't know what to do. It's a buyer's market right now and who the hell knows when things will pick up. And I kind of like living by myself, though Michael and I got on famously during our two week sojourn.
I think I might want to just take it off the market when the listing expires next month and she can call me when things pick up and I will re-list it.
It's funny. Michael and I were talking about how I used to follow him around the apartment from room to room when we lived together. If he went in the bedroom I would go in the bedroom. If he went into the living room I would go into the living room. My mom said I did the same thing when I was little: I just followed her around.
Times have certainly changed.
Also? Starting the process of getting enrolled in a local college. Hoping to audit some courses for fun.
3 comments:
So how hot is HOT to you guys? I'm sitting outside right now and it's 83 with a light breeze. I know in some places that's hot. It's pretty close to heavenly here.
Remind me again why you and Michael don't live at your place? Too little? Too expensive? Wrong location? Too high off the ground?
Are you going to go back to school shopping?
Right now (almost 8pm) it's about 80. It was probably around 90 when we were running on Sunday, which is definitely at the high end for us.
Michael and I don't live together because a one bedroom is too small for our gigantic personalities, and because he thinks I'm a dingbat, which I am.
And yes, I would love to go back to school shopping, but I am currently utterly impoverished. :(
OK, I've never heard that one before... gigantic personalities. Maybe ya'll need to read the For Women Only and For Men Only books. Could be those could explain why he thinks you are a dingbat.
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