Saturday, July 24, 2010
Well, that was a pretty nice day. Started out having to go to that class for which I was given the old brochure so I went to the closed down building....nobody was there.....so since it was supposed to be at the YWCA I figure who better to ask where the heck they are than the YMCA....so I trek through town with all it's blocked off streets for Hoopla or something, trek over to the YMCA and say "do you know where the YWCA is?". Turns out it's over on Market and Broadway.....I probably knew that. So anyway, for all my wasted time I was only 10 minutes late. Anyway, came home from that, picked up the kids from Aunt Esther's house and were sitting around eating lunch when my Mom stopped by and we decided to go to the beach, run around chaotically for about an hour and get on our way....ok didn't totally run around chaotically for an hour....sat and had a cup of coffee first then....yeah yeah. Anyway, headed out to Pacific City, got there and it was wi-indy. Feel like I've been sandblasted. We let ourselves be buffeted by the wind for about 3 hours waiting for the wind to settle down but gave up and decided to find food, we drove down the one street and found the local grocery store, kept going and found ourselves heading to Netarts and had a wonderful discussion about Netarts and netards. Amazing what the kids in the very back hear and how they comprehend it. Decided to turn around because we really didn't want to find out what was in Netarts, went back went down the other street and found the tourist grocery store.....decided, spurred on by me, to go to the locals market and found the only warm food offered....a chicken....and a roll of paper towel. Went to check out and I don't think the cashier guy will forget us soon.....first my Mom puts the stuff down where she's supposed to, then moves over to where she's supposed to be and tells the guy we have stuff on the other side, I tell her he probably knows the routine and we discuss that a bit. then I ask him if he knows of a non-windy place to eat and he points across the way and says "the Oar House", and I say but we have a chicken.....and paper towels, and he say "hmmmmm" and the Jake who's dancing around being Jake looks up and says "the whore house?". Good times, good times. Ahhhh....., so anyway we head back to the other street again to get some fries from Fat Freddies and ask for $12 worth and get a bag of fries, the we need to find someplace to eat our chicken and fries and I say that I saw some cute restrooms back on the other street and since they were so cute they probably had picnic table near them....so we head back to the other street again......for a town with 2 main streets we hit them a lot today....and there they are..... cute restrooms, and they do have picnic tables, so we break out the paper towels, carve the chicken with this little one inch blade knife my Mom has in her purse, dump the fries in the chicken lid and enjoy. Right across the street from the Oar House.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I went through the greenhouse and dumped all the dead plants, the rest are soon to be dead but I'll wait I guess. That was harder than I thought it was going to be, it's probably similar to going through some who's died stuff but a little different since I'm out there still thinking I really should be mad, I will be. I guess I'll have to be. I should be. The stupid plants were supposed to be a good thing, oh good....plants, they have to be a good thing. How can plants cause anything but good? Well, I guess I'm down to a couple hundred.....I'm not totally heartless, I'm sort of taking care of the ones in the house....I'm going to go count them lol.....the 88 in the house. Soon to be minus 2 dead cacti. "They" give you 90 days to get yourself up and running, at first I was No, I need to be up and running now but I'm glad for the 90 days. Funny how even though you live it and expect it at any moment you really do just keep hoping until I guess one day the straw that breaks the camels back shows up in the form of cops in your kitchen and you just give up. I went to bed with Isaac last night because he was the only one here and he remembered last time and how one night he was the only one here then too and I let him sleep in my bed and then looked at me all wide eyed so I slept with the gangly skinny boy who takes up an amazing amount of space.....anyway I was awake for hours but it wasn't a bad can't sleep where you worry and think and generally drive yourself crazy, it was pretty good. Kind of a clearing up of mental trash, looking at it and tossing it. I guess when you give up things that used to hurt don't have to anymore, you get to get rid of them.....and crazy things can be laughed at for being that....crazy. Yes, I was 38...I'm not anymore....but no, no I'm not going through menopause. When you're only 38 and going through menopause is the best that some one can come up with to attack with what can you do but go "huh? Me? Really? Why didn't I know that?". I guess you could throw back "well you've got a bald spot" but why? Oh my....Mel was helpful, amazingly helpful. Hearing it from somewhere else was good, thank you girlfriend. All I have is a couple e-mails....I had an about 1 inch stack of crap that I shredded, kind of wish I hadn't but not really sorry that I did. What good would it do? I know what I need to know, besides the one is enough I think I'll hold onto that. Well the greenhouse is started, I'll clean it up, wait for the rest to die off or get picked up and I guess getting all this stuff done is all just steps towards being done.