Here’s the super-quick rundown of the past couple of weeks (highlights only):
May 10
I meet a friend (who’s been Montreal-based for the past couple of years) for dinner. First, we head to the
May 11
I head home for Mother’s Day. (Okay, I leave work a little earlier than I really need to, but I couldn’t help it. The sunshine was calling me). The whole family goes mini-golfing. I start off well. I prematurely make the claim that I’ve found “my sport.” Everything is downhill from there. We celebrate/drown our sorrows at Dairy Queen.
May 12
Early-morning garage-sale shopping. Attempted shoe shopping. Risk. World domination probably isn't a career path I should be considering.
May 13
It’s Mother’s Day. After church, we make omelets (yes, I made my mom’s), and then Mom and I head out for a walk. We take the long route, and end up walking for over 2 hours. I learn that picking trilliums isn’t necessarily illegal. We stop by a friend’s to wish her a happy 16th, and then my parents drive me back to
May 14
I don’t remember anything about this day. I’m sure it was nice.
May 15
I go shoe shopping and buy adorable, comfortable Skechers. Finally.
May 16
I wear the Skechers and realize they are significantly too small for my feet. And they were final sale. I now own pretty shoes I can’t wear.
May 17
I pack and clean.
May 18
My mom picks me up after work and we head to Joanne’s for dinner (girlfriend of Michael, the birthday boy mentioned in a previous blog). Fantabulous chicken curry followed by a walk to get ice cream. I’m highly entertained by her 5-year-old. We then head to my grandma’s.
May 19
Drive into Uxbridge. I walk into a tiny shoe store and the salesman rocks my world. He measures my feet and talks about arches and support and all the sorts of things that 14-year-old saleskids never do at the mall. I buy two pairs of expensive shoes that feel like heaven. Mom and I baffle Grandma with the size of our salads at lunch, and then Mom and I take a walk along a country road. I think I want to live in the country. So picturesque and peaceful. After dinner, we meet Caleb, my cousin’s baby boy. So perfectly precious. I could almost hear a coworker of mine whispering in my ear, “Is your womb itching?” Close. I don’t know if I’m ready for a toddler and a baby, but I guess the whole husband-and-house thing would make it easier. When we leave, my cousin asks when I’m coming to visit her in
May 20
I love my grandma’s church. It’s quite possibly my favorite church in existence right now. After church, we play Scrabble (Mom wins) and later, euchre (I win the first game. A fluke). It’s a low-key evening, but delightful.
May 21
My mom makes the shocking suggestion that I cut fresh lilacs for my apartment. I’ve never really thought about fresh flowers in my place. And so I do. I think I’ll do the flower thing more often. We leave early to beat the post-long-weekend rush, and I’m home in time to watch Oprah and Dr. Oz talk about parasites.
May 22
I wear new shoes to work. By the end of the day, I’m crippled with blisters. Super. Have I ever mentioned that I have foot issues? Yeah, I don’t like them. Feet in general. I’m in a bit of a funk, but then I work out (a new thing for me, but I’ve been trying to get in some sort of exercise every day) and read my Bible. It’s funny how a shift in perspective can totally change everything. Matthew 5 & 6 is where it’s at, people. I’ve been reading through the Bible, and that’s where I happened to be at. And that’s exactly what I needed to read.
May 23
It’s the most gorgeous day ever. I wear a skirt to work. I feel light and pretty and don’t even mind the blisters from yesterday. I eat blackberries for a snack and take a short walk at lunch. I run errands after work and rent the sequels to Bourne and Pirates so I can watch the third installments of each this summer (if I so choose). I make a massive salad when I get home, blog a little, and get ready to watch the finale of Lost.
There. You are caught up. I shall try to blog again soon. And I’ll let you know if a boyfriend falls from the sky, Beth. If he does, I’ll ask him if he has a brother for you :)
2 comments:
yay! i also think about blogging more than it happens. i empathize with your shoe issues. and i believe fresh-cut flowers make a huge difference in an apartment (my roommate this past year always had flowers).
Nadine:
Bring your sketchers...we can sell them on Sunday at my Girly Garage sale!
:)Joanne
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