1) I'm going to attempt to get my hair cut next week. Keep me in your thoughts and prayers.
2) Everything still sucks. I actually think I feel worse about it now than I did two weeks ago. I am, however, going to be 100% respectful of whatever things need to be done to fix it.
But I've never been in a scorched earth situation before, so I'm not sure of the etiquette beyond the obvious. Am I blocked from everything? What if someone dies? Can I say happy birthday? What if I misdial or text the wrong person by accident, or am I blocked there too? I'm too scared to find out. What if there is an emergency or something important happens? I've never been the bad guy before and it's very weird. Until I hear differently, all I will do is nothing. I hate it.
I wonder how long I'll feel this sad, lost, and terrible? Probably long after everyone else is ok, I'd bet. Heh.
3) The person who bought the property next door went HAM and ripped out everything over the past two days. There is no lawn, no trees, and although we thought that the house was going to be sold and moved off property, it was simply crushed. I swear, it only took them 30 minutes to destroy it. I looked out of the window and it was there, and then walked out of the house half an hour later and it was nothing but a big pile of wood and bricks. They didn't even take the wreath off the front door first. It makes me weirdly sad.
I didn't know the people who lived there, but Steve grew up with the kids of the family. The house looked almost exactly like ours, but was on a slant on the lot. We learned a while back that it was the first house built in the subdivision and it belonged to the son of the developer. They positioned the house so that his family would have a clear view of the beautiful valley we live in while the other houses were being built, which I think is kind of cool.
They are going to build one of those big McMansions on the property that will sell, unless the housing market crashes beforehand, for close to a million dollars. It's weird to think that property where we live could get something like that, but with a big, fancy house on the lot, it can. It's going to make our house look even worse by comparison, I'm afraid. There are only about 3 houses where we live that haven't been extensively remodeled or torn down and rebuilt, so our little 1959 ranch house is going to look like a hobbit hole next to whatever gorgeous, trendy thing that will be built next to us.
I hope the new neighbors will be nice, but if they aren't, I'll just sunbathe nude, fall, winter, spring and summer, until they move.
4) The people who work with Steve and trying to talk us into getting a dog. They know how much we love dogs, but they are being weirdly relentless about it. I don't like the pressure of it.
I've tried being coy about it, and joking about why we can't right now, but I wound up just being honest and telling them that I still miss my other dogs too much, and that the thought of getting a new dog or dogs makes me too sad, but they don't seem to understand that. Some people can just replace pets the second the other ones die, but I'm not like that. It hurts too much to love things that will just die and rip your soul out when they're gone. Butler and Bear were my boys. Simba wasn't even officially our cat, and it still makes me cry to think about her being gone. I know one day that we will have other pets, but they'll have to be snuck into the house under the cover of darkness and I will have to be told "this is your pet now."
I don't know how to politely tell them to stop bothering us about it. They're good people that I like and I know they mean no harm. But I wish they'd stop.
5) Twitter is sometimes a very weird place.
I was checking my followers the other day and noticed someone that I didn't recognize. I don't have many followers in general so I know who is there and who is gone. This guy was new.
I clicked on his name to see if it was someone I knew - I did not - and saw he had posted a series of photos. I looked at them, then looked again, and then looked again. I finally realized that they were all photos of his privates.
I don't know what it says about him that I couldn't recognize what I was looking at at first, or even second, glance, but the thing that actually threw me weren't the photos of his junk, but that he was wearing a Spider Man costume with the crotch cut out.
I'm sure there is a whole section of the population that might be into that kind of thing, and I won't judge, but I (fortunately or unfortunately) am not one of them.
I did not follow him back, in case you're wondering. Geez.
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