Wishing Upon A Star

July 28 – Second childhood.

I’ve become fascinated with gimp.

I’d bought several hundred yards of the plastic lacing, and have been teaching the kids how to do the box and this other circular thing (notice my hi-tech lingo here). They, of course, know lots of other ways to tie these knots and are making all sorts of interesting designs.

Now I’ve started bringing it home and making things while I’m on the phone. I’m losing it totally. Don’t ask me what I’m going to do with any of these things that I’ve made.

You can only use so many key chains.

I survived tie-dye today.

Barely.

But I was happy that the kids seemed to like the designs they made with their shirts. Some of them really were neat.

So what do I do tomorrow?

Why is it so easy to waste time?

I manage to be a vegetable for so much of the afternoon, jut frittering away time, reading, watching craft shows, talking on the phone, watching movies. Then I get aggravated when it’s nine p.m. and I take a look at my surroundings.

I resolve to do more the next afternoon, all to no avail.

I’ll be really pissed if the summer goes by and I’ve gotten nothing accomplished.

I absolutely have to take my car to get it repaired. It got smashed on Christmas Eve, while innocently parked outside my apartment.

And what hit it?

A snowplow…which then left without even leaving a note.

It was a three-month fight to get payment, but I won. Now I have to get it fixed, because I won’t pass inspection until the taillight is operational. And my sticker expires in August.

I hate owning a car. Actually the bank owns it still.

I’ve also made no firm vacation plans. I know I need to get a hotel reservation, but I’m procrastinating.

Why?

Because I want to plan it around Michael’s availability, on the chance he’ll still want to get together.

He said he did before he left on his trip, but who knows where his mind will be when he returns? Last year he came close to chickening out when we met for the first time. Which I find pretty humorous.

I should have been the one who was a chicken.

I mean Dee might have been right and he could have been an axe murderer. Granted a nationally published one. But he might have been very clever.

He’s due back today. I have no idea what time. And don’t ask how many times I’ve checked to see if I have any e-mail from him…..
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