Well, I took a few days off from blogging to attend to some work, and I find that so many of you have been so sweet and wonderful in comments and/or via email; I really couldn’t ask for better 360 friends, you all make me feel warm and fuzzy.
You know what doesn’t make me feel warm and fuzzy? People screaming at the top of their lungs into their cell phones. Really. What the . . . ? I’m at the ortho (yes, again) today, and while awaiting my turn at the X-ray machine, this woman seated next to me in the waiting room began a very loud, very shrill phone conversation. In Spanish. Replete with expansive gestures. She nearly knocked me in the head twice, and I nearly knocked her in the head . . . exactly once. She seriously didn’t even need that phone; I’m sure that whomever she was speaking to could hear her just fine without it. If they were in the tri-state area, that is. Annoying. I wish someone would get the word out that one can whisper into a cell phone and still be heard by the person on the other end. Or that those two muscle-y dangly things at the end of one’s torso are very good for walking away to a less populated area in which to carry on a shrieking, screaming, nails across chalkboard conversation.
Thankfully, the X-ray tech person came and got me just before I committed a felony. See, good things do happen to people who have bad thoughts. Narrowly escaping whatever might have followed my felonious hospital waiting room spree, I felt a bit relieved, a bit more warm and fuzzy. It helped that I could then go and wait for my doctor in his office rather than back out there again. Yay.
On my way home, I noticed a whole bunch of pastel houses; you may remember my sharing pics of that lavender house? Well, here’s a pinkish one:
And most exciting of all (no, not the traffic, though that’s apparently my specialty, along with smog) is the Dunkin’ Donuts you can’t see. I needed that this morning.
Then there was just this New England looking house, so I snapped it:
Then I saw a fixer upper that I couldn’t resist sharing:
Isn’t it funny how seeing something like that can wash away the last vestiges of a foul mood? I mean it’s good to not live there. Um. It’s probably not okay to be thankful I’m not living in a shack when so many people in the world are living in shacks. Or don’t even have a shack at all, but just a newspaper or a big leaf. Now I feel sad and like a big meany for being happy and gratitude-y that I don’t live in a ramshackled shack. Sigh.
Just in case they don’t have grocery stores (or florists) where you are, I thought you’d like to see the florist section of the local grocery:
See all the bunches of flowers to the left? It’s so nice to pick a bouquet and bring it home and put it in a vase and then . . . well, look at it. Cheers me up. Especially yellow flowers.
I updated my profile on my front page, but I thought I’d better tell you here, too (since it’s unlikely you scour my page for minute changes): I’m going to be very busy getting some work done over the next however long. I’ll be in and out of here; keeping up as I can, but I’ll not be back on a daily basis for at least a couple weeks (likely longer). I’m sure you’ll live.
Nothing says you miss me like you . . . um, telling me you miss me. So thank you for that. In advance.