...something borrowed, something blue...
Wait. That's something else.
I've been working on getting my house in order. Good things are coming my way--I can feel them--and I want to be ready. I got a new rug to replace the one that has seen many spills, drops, and S's ho-ho volcano eruption. I also got some more shelves, because I've got stacks of book everywhere and my other three bookshelves are full.
I'm also making a strawberry-rhubarb pie, but that's not about getting my house in order.
I just got off the phone with my mother. She's been dating this guy for a little while now, and it's sort of appalling to watch how she acts and what she's willing to put up with. He'll be out of town and out of touch for a couple of weeks and she'll never hear from him. Then, when he's in town, he calls her constantly and wants to know where she is and what she's doing. She'll tell him she's going out to dinner with her friend, and then he'll call and/or text three times during dinner to find out when she'll be done and if she'll come over immediately afterward.
I said, "Christ, that's really annoying."
She giggled and said, "No, no. It's so cute. He can't get enough of me and it's like he just wants me for himself. It's pretty cool."
She's been in this pattern with dominating, controlling men before and I can see it coming a mile away. She won't/can't hear it. She'll say, "He's so out of my league! I can't believe he wants to be with ME. He does all this important stuff for work and he tries to tell me about it. I'm such an airhead about everything that I just nod and smile and pretend I know what he's talking about."
I yelled at her about this, but I don't know why I should be surprised. This is the same woman who, when I was 13, told me to stop sitting around the house reading books in the summer and to go outside instead because, "Boys don't like girls who are too smart."
Anyway, I have a big week coming up.