Thanksgiving at L+C's was unexpectedly easy. Who knows, maybe I'm getting better at being the odd woman in a world of couples with children. Or maybe it was just a nice group of people. There were so many dishes and I tried each one, so I ate too much -- but not too too much. I got home sometime around 10:30, and somebody somewhere was playing loud music. All I could hear was the baseline. It kept me up, watching Survivor's Remorse, trying not to get worked up about the rudeness of it all. (I succeeded, for the most part.)
Now it's late morning, and I'm enjoying the light in the kitchen. It was worth it to spend all that money on the house, right? I think the answer is yes.
I took the 44 to Glen Park on Wednesday afternoon and walked up Mt. Davidson. I had never done that before. I was the only person walking up (and then down) the winding streets lined with midcentury houses. It was weirdly warm and I was impressed by the clouds. But what finally prompted me to leave the house was a need for cheddar cheese -- the little market on Diamond St has a good selection.
I don't know what I'll do today. I'm hoping A will want to take a walk with me. It will rain later this weekend so I feel some urgency about getting outside. Also, of course, it is Black Friday/Opt Outside Day. I'm uninterested in both, though I am strongly tempted to buy those Frama trestles while they are 15 percent cheaper. Maybe tomorrow I'll go see a movie.
I guess I should call Wallace. I've been putting it off, telling myself that maybe ghosting is the gentlest thing I could do. Why call someone just to tell them you won't be calling anymore? But he has called a couple of times now, and I think I need to stop rationalizing and procrastinating.
Now it's late morning, and I'm enjoying the light in the kitchen. It was worth it to spend all that money on the house, right? I think the answer is yes.
I took the 44 to Glen Park on Wednesday afternoon and walked up Mt. Davidson. I had never done that before. I was the only person walking up (and then down) the winding streets lined with midcentury houses. It was weirdly warm and I was impressed by the clouds. But what finally prompted me to leave the house was a need for cheddar cheese -- the little market on Diamond St has a good selection.
I don't know what I'll do today. I'm hoping A will want to take a walk with me. It will rain later this weekend so I feel some urgency about getting outside. Also, of course, it is Black Friday/Opt Outside Day. I'm uninterested in both, though I am strongly tempted to buy those Frama trestles while they are 15 percent cheaper. Maybe tomorrow I'll go see a movie.
I guess I should call Wallace. I've been putting it off, telling myself that maybe ghosting is the gentlest thing I could do. Why call someone just to tell them you won't be calling anymore? But he has called a couple of times now, and I think I need to stop rationalizing and procrastinating.
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