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some Tupperware for singing lessons.
I had a lesson today in humility as a management tool. It was a great lesson.
and then I realized that, although it might at times be embarrassing, I cannot regret humility in romance.
May it some day prove useful.
Cheers.
I don’t know what, but something.
My boss said, “Glad you’ve become an adult.”
This was many minutes after she referred to me as “not old.” You know what that means.
I’ve been home sick for five days straight.
This has given me plenty of time for mulling over my recent life decisions and resolutions, new plans and old promises.
I don’t know that I’ve gotten anywhere. If I am to believe my uplifting daily quotes, there is nowhere to go.
And I’d really like to believe that.
I’m making a mix tape of my favorite Tom Waits love songs. Tom, I believe, is a man unlike the typical man, with a thorough respect and understanding of that incomprehensible mental state called love. If only he were available for marriage, I dream.
These love songs, though! They used to be laced with wrenching memories of lost love. Now they echo within almost emptily, having lost a certain poignancy.
Maybe as a reaction to heartbreak, which I wrote about here, in the early years of this blog, I began a search for hilarity in the mundane. And I found it. You always find what you’re looking for, of course. And if you keep looking, you’ll find it again. I’ve found it again. And again and again.
I wonder, though, if I’d forgotten to keep an eye out, and a healthy respect for the heartbreak that is also so beautifully ubiquitous.
Or, rather, as a corollary, perhaps I’ve neglected the naively hopeful hope that is a necessary condition for true heartbreak.
Oooh, I’ve been heartbroken. In the two years of this blog, I was definitely heartbroken to learn that the domain name tupperwaresisters.com was against the rules. I was heartbroken to take my current job and not travel the world selling the EuroSteam. I was heartbroken late last year, but I won’t speak of that here.
When my sister got married this year, I couldn’t believe that she had shaken–or rejected–the healthy cynicism that is so becoming to a woman nowadays.
I wonder, sitting here today, gray as the skies are, if her skies might be blue.
It’s been a good year so far. It keeps getting better. It’s a year of finishing projects, and not beginning new ones. It’s a year for art museums and rekindling curiosities.
And, by god, it’s a year for falling in love.
1. The landscape architect. We went out a couple times in September. I thought it was going great, but he opted just never to call back. Until 2008. I almost want to write back “Sorry buddy. that shit sailed.”
2. The HGPD. I wasn’t into it. After much deliberation and a half done blog entry entitled “to break up or not to break up: Over email?”, I decided to go ahead and take the virtual plunge. “Sorry,” I said, “but I’m going to try to work things out with my ex.” Of course I used the sandwich method in which you sandwich the bad news between two nice things. It was met with an eventual friendly text message, so I feel like it wasn’t such a bad way to go after all. Until later when he emailed and said that he was disappointed in me for breaking up over text message. That part was pretty painful.
3. The Ex(es). Good terms, I’m sure. I think I’ve learned not to go there anymore. Too much history, no point in delving all that shit up all the damn time. For serious, yo.
over email.
The weekend before Christmas. The weekend before his birthday week.
We’d gone on 5 dates. We’d had a good time on most of them.
In the interest of full disclosure, we did have three implicitly scheduled impending dates.
(I’d made the mistake of inviting him to Christmas. It was going well, and Christmas is casual, I thought.)
I wasn’t really feeling the connection, and I was–and am–considering rekindling a previous affair…
Anyway, what do you think?
I believed,
that it had been a number of years since my heart had fluttered. Since I’d caught myself happy in a moment; found myself rather completely serene.
It wasn’t a week ago that I was driving to work listening to Kfog or whatever, and I was thinking about how unfortunate it was that I had fallen so far in love so long ago, and never since.
Like so many things, perhaps a matter of interpretation?
A matter of evolution?
Delusion???
Only time will tell.
we really like Jimmy Beans cause you can get your own coffee. Anyplace we visit, always a comment on how we can’t get our own coffee. It’s not like we even run out of coffee all that often.
I have to wonder if this sort of inherited family reluctance to change isn’t somehow influencing my personal life?
the problem with my five year plan…
is that it’s my five year plan.
