Saturday, May 30, 2009


How many times have I been asked if I have a date this weekend? I don't have a date this weekend because Curt is out of town. Sure, I would like to see him but I'm not sitting around feeling sorry for myself.

Last night, I arranged a last minute happy hour with Kenny and Wanda (new work friend). I thought they might hit it off and while there was no romantic spark they got along and we had a fun night. I am just fine with the last minute thing even though I rarely arrange it. I'm glad I did this time.

As I suspected last night, my soccer game was canceled today. I spent a rather luxurious morning in bed, reading, snoozing and reading until around 9am. When I did get up, I walked over to the local farmers' market and picked up some strawberries, cheese, bread and peas.

I'd awoken around 6:30am and moved my car out of our back parking lot because the neighbors needed the space. When I went to drive the car around 10am, I found that the block where I parked was closed off by police tape. The church on that block was having some kind of event. A lady in shorts and a t-shirt approached me and asked if was there for the...something. When I said, "No, I need to move my car" she wandered off without another word.

A police car was parked at one of the block in the middle of the street. I went up to him and said, "I need to move my car. How do I get out?"  He said he'd move aside and lift the tape for me. That's how I found myself driving the wrong way on a one-way street with the assistance of one of DC's finest.

I made my way to my favorite coffee place, which was slammed but operating with great efficiency and even empty seats. Next stop is Silver Spring where I have an errand to run and perhaps a movie to see. I haven't sorted out my evening plans but I'll figure something out.

I talked to my mom the other day and she expressed some concern about Curt and the blog. "I don't think he'll want you to write about him." She has this idea because he's politically conservative he would object. "I don't care if you write about me..."

"I should hope not!" Ha ha. I told her that the issue is usually how private the person is but I told her I'd ask him. Even though he does know about the blog, I haven't let him read it yet.

So, when we had dinner on Wednesday, I asked him. He said he didn't want me to write about him. I asked, "Not at all?" I told him I hadn't described him and had only repeated a few non-sensitive conversations. He seemed ok with that (but maybe not?). He asked, "But I haven't seen I don't know."

I said, "I will let you see it...eventually."

"I know...I thought about looking for it but I didn't."

See, I'm sure, with all the clues I've given him, with not too much trouble, he could find it. I'm glad he hasn't tried. If he does try before I show him that will be ok but it will be better if he waits. All of the stuff I've written about my feelings will have a lot less import in even a few weeks time. And he probably will feel better about reading it then too. We'll see. I won't keep it a "secret" forever...just a little while longer.

Grateful for: a long, lovely weekend.

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