October Optimism - Week 3
Hi Coochie and welcome. Sometimes people just post here passing through, and I am really glad you are going to stay with us. I join the others in looking forward to your perspectives and discoveries. Tonight I just wanted to share a funny story since a number of us are stressed, angry, or afraid. Last night I was so exhausted, I finally was just spent, I could not even muster up a spot of worry and was heading to bed early when the doorbell rang. It was a friend I made in my Ph.D. program five million years ago, and while she is on the surface a rather shy, bookish, woman with cats, through the years I learned that she is also a closet cougar. It happens. Her boyfriend, referred to by me only and always as "Young Tom" is an artist, and it now seems that he additionally moonlights on occasion as a limo driver to make extra money. He had time to kill while his fare was at the symphony and was out in front my house on my little street in this enormous white car. She did not take no for an answer; in fact I don't think I actually said a word. So I am out the door mute with no shoes, no purse, no keys, dressed only in my underwear and an old Black Dog t-shirt and flying through town and out onto the highway. We hardly said a thing, just listened to an mix of opera, and when I got home, the world had somehow shifted back again into familiar territory. Not that riding around in a limo in my excuse for pajamas listening to Maria Callas is something I have ever done, but I felt unburdened. Never know when life will throw you a most surreal bone. Love and as Cyn would say "light", Ladybird.
Hi Coochie and welcome. Sometimes people just post here passing through, and I am really glad you are going to stay with us. I join the others in looking forward to your perspectives and discoveries. Tonight I just wanted to share a funny story since a number of us are stressed, angry, or afraid. Last night I was so exhausted, I finally was just spent, I could not even muster up a spot of worry and was heading to bed early when the doorbell rang. It was a friend I made in my Ph.D. program five million years ago, and while she is on the surface a rather shy, bookish, woman with cats, through the years I learned that she is also a closet cougar. It happens. Her boyfriend, referred to by me only and always as "Young Tom" is an artist, and it now seems that he additionally moonlights on occasion as a limo driver to make extra money. He had time to kill while his fare was at the symphony and was out in front my house on my little street in this enormous white car. She did not take no for an answer; in fact I don't think I actually said a word. So I am out the door mute with no shoes, no purse, no keys, dressed only in my underwear and an old Black Dog t-shirt and flying through town and out onto the highway. We hardly said a thing, just listened to an mix of opera, and when I got home, the world had somehow shifted back again into familiar territory. Not that riding around in a limo in my excuse for pajamas listening to Maria Callas is something I have ever done, but I felt unburdened. Never know when life will throw you a most surreal bone. Love and as Cyn would say "light", Ladybird.
Anyway our team won 54-0...not much of a game...so we are headed off to Districts or Regionals or whatever now!!
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