Oh the weekend…

I live for the weekends. I love them. Not having to work. But lately they’ve depressed me somewhat, because I’m so sick of being alone. At any rate, I got a ton of stuff done today. Got the house back in show ready condition. It has rained here since I put it on the market. Like EVERY F’N DAY. Not a lot of people go house hunting in the rain. It looks better next week. I hope. Geezus.

I made a dump run this morning to get rid of an old microwave, an old vacuum cleaner, a lamp, an old suitcase, just a bunch of junk. It’s the 2^nd time I’ve been there since I’ve lived in this town, which is 38 years, lol. I think I’ll have to go back too.

Went to the store and stocked up on chicken and rice soup, a bunch of gluten-free stuff, like pretzels, crackers, bread. It’s all bad food for diabetics, but I have to get rid of this stomach bug. I know that gluten is an inflammatory, so trying to cut it way back. No sugar. Some bananas, some apples. I made some rice for lunch. Gonna get sick of this diet pretty quick. Got some Kombucha tea, supposed to be good for the digestive system.

My bff wanted me to go to the movies this afternoon. But I just had toooo much to do. And didn’t really feel like sitting in a movie theater. I’d rather be here writing, listening to Pandora today.

I swept out the garage again, after I got all the stuff out of there that belonged at the dump. I don’t know how it gets so dirty. My driveway is paved. But man, I just did the garage a little while ago and it was a mess again. Well it looks nice now.

I sat down to take a break, and when I wish I wasn’t alone, it drifts back to HIM. Which is not a good thing. I went on the dating site and flipped through about 100 profiles on their quick match thing, lol. It gave me a lift, even though I’m moving so none of them are really a possibility. But still, my imagination allowed me to think about it. And I got a lift from it.

Because really, HE is not someone I want to have a relationship with, now. Well, I don’t think so, unless he’s made a huge change, which I doubt.  And I don’t even really know, maybe he’s with her. Maybe he’s happy as a clam. But really, are clams happy? They’re bottom feeders, they spend their lives in the mud.

When I was all done with work for today, housework, cleaning, changing sheets, laundry, running the dishwasher, I went to get my kindle and thought I’d just sit here and read. Kind of a luxury, lol. Checked the mail on my phone before I plugged it into the charger. I had 3 messages from men! And…one of them, though he is too far away from me, said in his profile, he is “learning to HEAR you”. Say wha….. Did he read my blog “Can You Hear Me?” Geezus, that’s how fast the universe gets on it when you ask. And he’s an old hippie artist, not unlike me. Said he’s working on a sculpture of an 18′ pregnant woman. I said, it sounds like it belongs at Burning Man. He’s nice looking too, in his tie dyed t-shirt.

OMG, then another man, he is 54, wants to know if I like younger men, lol. I said, I don’t know? Never had one, lol. Maybe it’s just what I need, lol. Instead of a mean old coot, lol. He says he wants to spoil me. LOL. I wouldn’t mind being spoiled for a change.

So, feeling like I won’t be alone forever, and that there are some choices out there who won’t ignore my messages, who won’t throw barbed darts at me, who maybe are looking for a woman like me.

I think I’ll get the graph paper and see if I can draw my bedroom in Florida to scale, and see if my furniture will fit in there somehow. And read. And relax.

And maybe make my son some Snickerdoodles.

Love and light.