Once again, I’m trying to figure out what to write about, and I have a plethora of thoughts, all very unrelated. I could call it another potpourri. Or I could call it scattered thoughts. And someone else might call it crazy thought patterns. Oh well!
This morning I showered and as is my routine, I reached out and grabbed my terry-turban or after-shower-head-wrap. I started to dry my face, and saw a ball of lint on it. Thank goodness I didn’t reach to pull it off with my hand, because when I looked more closely, it was a spider. Now ... I’m not afraid of spiders, but the situation startled me, especially since I think it was a brown recluse. I shook it off into the shower floor and turned the shower back on to wash it down the drain. I don’t like that kind of close call! The thought of wrapping the turban, spider included, around my scalp still gives me the chills!
I had a funny thought afterward, however. Glenn and his kids used to tell about “the spider lady,” a woman he dated ... briefly!!! ... while he was divorced. Every time she came to their house, spiders came, literally, out of the woodwork and crawled toward her! Yeah, that relationship didn’t last long!! Anyway ......
It has been incredibly windy here today. I was on the road halfway between the tow sets of mountains, the Capitans and Sierra Blanca, and there was so much dust or whatever in the air that neither was clearly visible! It was almost as if there were clouds/fog, but, no, it was crud floating around. It was white, and we wondered if it might be sand from the White Sands, about 50 miles away. The wind was the right direction, and it was blowing hard enough to be possible. I heard this evening that some wind gusts were clocked at close to 70 MPH! Holy Toledo!!
I tried a new ice cream flavor a few days ago. The market has a Ben and Jerry’s case at the front of the store. I saw Coffee Heath Bar Crunch. There was no need to twist my arm. Oooouuu, was it good! The good thing about pints of B & J and living alone is this: I bring it home, put it in the freezer, and when I want some of it, I just open the freezer, pull off the lid, grab a spoon and eat right out of the carton! Put it away and next time ..... I know, I’m shameless. But it is simply one of my delicious, guilty pleasures. So, bite me. And remember when you visit me .... you can have ice cream, but only from the half gallons; the pints are mine, and I put my spoon back in the carton with my slobbery spit on it! Ha! Mine, MINE, ALL MINE!!!!
Last is a biggie. I think. Maybe. All the sudden it seems that there are a couple of men showing some interest in me. I think. Maybe. I’m not sure, ‘cause this is foreign territory to me. I haven’t given a lot of thought to these situations for a very long time, and I’m not sure I would recognize “interest” if it smacked me in the face!
I mentioned a movie I recently bought to one man the other day, and he more or less invited himself over (“I’ll bring the organic popcorn.”) to watch it. Now, I thought it was just a friendly gesture, but Scott, Connie and Allan, who were all there, seemed to think otherwise. I don’t know. Maybe.
The other is going through a divorce, but has invited me to dinner (with others present) and whom I’ve reciprocated (with other guests invited). Neither time did it work out so we had dinner, and neither time did I think much about it. Yesterday he brought it up again, and I said we’ll have dinner when things in his life are less complicated; that way the proprieties would be easier to work with (just meaning that if there were gossip, it wouldn’t be a big deal; right now, people might misinterpret the friendship for something else making the divorce process somewhat icky). He said that the divorce is in progress and it really didn’t matter if he wants to have dinner with anyone. No, I wouldn’t do so, but it was a wake up call for me. I guess I’m naive at times, taking things in their purest form. I’m so out of practice that I don’t “get it,” most of the time! In fact, I said something to that effect to another person who was present, that I need to start paying attention to signs because I don’t think I even know how male/female relationships work anymore, and he interjected, “It’s just like riding a bicycle, Lyn.” Yeah. OK. Maybe. I donno.
Boy, do I feel like a fish out of water right now!! I’m absolutely lost!!
But if I recognize a bicycle in front of me, I’ll give it a spin. Maybe. I think.