Thursday, July 11

[gottawonder]

Today I am grateful for:

A productive day in the city, shopping for things needed for the new house.

Finding free-standing clothes racks for a reasonable price at Ikea. There are no closets in this old house, and I think we will just use a tiny bedroom upstairs as a walk in closet for nice clothes and shoes and off-season things, and we'll use our wardrobes for current in-season things. Using free standing racks will save us from needing to build closets or shelving.

My sweetie finding what we need to get the new house hooked up to the temp. sewer. He's having to try to get ancient plumbing to line up with modern stuff, and that won't be easy.

Not being single. A strange older man (I shudder to think that he probably thinks I'm totally in his league) started to chat me up while I was waiting for my husband to finish buying hardware stuff at Home Depot, but I didn't think it was "like that" because he was chatting about his lapidary (jewelry) creations. It was quite civil and friendly, but it took a bit of a turn when my husband showed up. You could tell he was miffed that I wasn't single, maybe he even thought I was "leading him on". I thought he was just chatting as people do. He made some snarky comment to my husband about "hate to burst your bubble, but after a glass of wine she'll be a bitch like all the rest of them" completely out of nowhere, then in the next breath invited me to a "nude swim and barbeque" party, almost as if he might as well still try to see if I'd show up anyhow. Worth a try. Then he cheerfully went on his way, like he didn't just call me a bitch and still wanted to see me naked. I do recall lots of this kind of passive aggressive bullshit when I was dating (and even from men in general after I was married, who just think they're entitled to have sex with me anyhow). They'll make like they're gentlemen until you say you aren't interested, and then they'll turn on you because you're a bitch somehow. I know we're supposed to like men as people and so on, but how can you do that when some of them just see you as meat? Meat that they likely hate anyhow. YUCK.

For a nice supper at an Indian buffet place (which was okay for how I'm trying to eat), and chatting with an instructor at a pottery studio about maybe having her come do workshops at our pottery studio in the boonies.

Quality time with the goats and ponies for evening grazing.