Well, there has been a total of one comment about the glasses so far. Which means one of several things:
- They look totally ridiculous and everybody has decided to ignore the subject to spare my fragile ego.
- Nobody gives a crap about how goofy I look, so it doesn’t matter anyway.
- Aliens are scrambling the brainwaves of everybody I come in contact with, like in that Rowdy Roddy Piper movie They Live, so that they can’t see how stupid I actually look.
- All of you are only inches away from punching me in my self-absorbed face.
Thankfully, no one has slapped the books out of my hands, stuffed me in a locker, given me a wedgie, or called me a nerd, so my irrational flashbacks to junior high school are only that—flashbacks.
I am kind of freaking out about the truck I’ve rented for this move, thinking that there’s no way the piles and piles of shit stacked in my living room are going to fit in a 15-foot box. I have to make the command decision tomorrow on whether or not to upgrade. Meanwhile, I can’t sleep and everything on TV is a rerun. Thank God for preseason football, or I’d be drinking myself into a stupor every night.
I like reading other people’s blogs because they offer opinions and commentary on things I’ve thought about, but often how they’re written is better than I could have done. This one has a helpful—and important—reminder for men, from a woman’s perspective.
Adrienne, will you marry me?
This evening I stopped over to the new house to take a peek at the massive, crumbling mansion that’s been growing steadily more decrepit in my imagination. Remarkably, it looks a heck of a lot better than I was thinking it did. I think getting out and walking the grounds was good for my mental health. Jen and I also wandered through the neighborhood until it got dark; we had the good luck to meet our neighbor, who is a nice older fellow, and scope out some of the other houses around our block. The night was cool, the crickets were out, the moon was high, and it was the perfect evening for ice cream. We walked down to the local stand and treated ourselves to two chocolate cones.
I’m going to enjoy this new neighborhood.