Beets come back

SLA (she who loves animals) came over to visit me last night. She brought a whole lot of books (which I can bring out to my Mom’s next Sunday), an ironing board and some shelves. I’m trying to take whatever she offers me, in case this horrible home-losing thing doesn’t go through against her. Then she can have all of her stuff back. It was so heart-wrenching, wish there was something I could do. She cried and spilled her beer all over the photos of her new little grandson. Life just keeps getting worse for her, why is that? It makes me mad, and really, really sad for her.

I didn’t tell her about my re-connection, just that I had visited Vegetable Man out at his farm. She knows him quite well, too, back from when he and I were engaged. I’m a bit nervous to tell my friends. It’s been such a long time that we’ve only been friends that my friends are all very used to only seeing him in that way, because I did. Whatever changed my mind about him, I don’t know. I secretly think that I’ve always loved him a little even while we were strictly friends! He’s always been the epitome of the (near) perfect man to me.

So why did we ever separate way back then? He and my son didn’t get along well at all (ironically, they did when my son got older, but he and I were only friends by then) and it created a stressful, unpleasant situation. And a mother is going to choose her child even over someone she loves, not that there was ever an ultimatum about it or anything. My son had already been through enough and didn’t need extra stress, so we split up and a few months later (because we missed each other’s company!) got back together as friends only.

Yesterday my former co-worker friend (from another company, when I used to work there) and I had lunch. She had the entire summer off and has just gone back to work this week, lucky duck! I did tell her about the re-connection and she was happy for me. We caught up about happenings over the summer (I hadn’t seen her since June) and it was a great little lunch to make my day!

Oooh, guess where I’m going after work! How will I ever concentrate at work today? And it’s been so hectic and busy, too.

The normal freeway exit to the little village that leads to the farm will be closed, so he gave me an alternate route. Hope I don’t get lost or anything. I’ve been somewhat of an airhead over all of this. I roasted the beets he gave me and put them in a lemon/orange/wine vinegar/olive oil dressing according to a new recipe I tried out last night. Some of them will return with me to the farm.

From my E-mail
Things That Drive a Sane Person Mad

-You have to try on a pair of sunglasses with that stupid little plastic thing in the middle of them.

-The person behind you in the supermarket runs his cart into the back of your ankle.

-The elevator stops on every floor and nobody gets on.

-There's always a car riding your tail when you're slowing down to find an address.

-You open a can of soup and the lid falls in.

-There's a dog in the neighborhood that barks at EVERYTHING.

-You can never put anything back in a box the way it came.

-Your tire gauge lets out half the air while you're trying to get a reading.

-A station comes in brilliantly when you're standing near the radio but buzzes, drifts and spits every time you move away.

-There are always one or two ice cubes that won't pop out of the tray.

-You wash a garment with a tissue in the pocket and your entire laundry comes out covered with lint.

-The car behind you blasts its horn because you let a pedestrian finish crossing.

-A piece of foil candy wrapper makes electrical contact with your filling (or braces).

-You set the alarm on your digital clock for 7pm instead of 7am.

-The radio station doesn't tell you who sang that song.

-You rub on hand cream and can't turn the bathroom doorknob to get out.

-People behind you on a supermarket line dash ahead of you to a counter just opening up.

-Your glasses slide off your ears when you perspire.

-You can't look up the correct spelling of a word in the dictionary because you don't know how to spell it.

-You have to inform five different sales people in the same store that you're just browsing.

-You had that pen in your hand only a second ago and now you can't find it.

-You reach under the table to pick something off the floor and smash your head on the way up.

Today’s Question: Provided that you ARE a sane person, what drives you mad?