Keep putting off decisions. It’s like a game with us. We have to decide what kind of lights, moulding, paint, etc for the house. Each week we seem to duck the decision ’till the weekend’. Then the weekend comes and we seem to find other more interesting things to do (sleep, eat, watch mindless TV). Then when Monday rolls around and we think about the decisions we didn’t make, we once again think ‘next weekend’ and go on about our lives. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Everyone is back from vacation and the place no longer seems like a tomb. I’m kinda stuck. I liked the tomb. But on the other hand I do like the general buzz when people are here. Now I’m remembering all the stuff I was supposed to complete while they were out… Darnit! It never stops. I did come to realize that my boss will never ask me about the stuff I’ve completed. Only about the stuff I haven’t. A Homer moment there. Because OF COURSE, why would he ask me about the stuff that’s ALREADY DONE.

Read the Potter book. Need I say more. Add that to the list of why no decisions were made this weekend. Good book. Like the way the characters and the writing level match as she’s letting them get older.

Was at a party this weekend. SO and I have some very different groups of friends. Some of them are just related to various activities like the monthly poker gang or the pinball peeps. The gang this weekend was a combo of poker and pinball. A little geek-ish, nerd-ish. Made me feel out of the loop on the geek toys, computer stuff. In high school, I was the kid that floated between all the groups. The bad-boys, the mechs, the brainiacs, the artists, the musicians, all liked me. I’d bounced off the cool kids. I was the “nice girl”.. The one that you wrote in the yearbook “To a nice girl, it’s been a great year”. I think I was good listener for anyone. You’re happy, I’m happy. You’re angry, I’m angry. You’re enemies are my enemies. You get the picture.

The older I get the less patience I have for the who-are-you and what-do-you-do questions. Next time I’ll make things up. One person in particular wanted to know what my association was with the host and hostess. I was a little lost coming up with an explanation. (Didn’t know I needed one.) But I was good and just pointed to my SO, muttered something about him playing pinball with them, and excused myself to find another beverage.

Ciao