Llamas
Well, the world didn’t come to an end today, the planets didn’t collide and computers didn’t crash.
So much for all those psychic predicting type of people.
I have become fascinated with llamas. I pass by this little tiny farm each day when I commute to and from work, and they have recently acquired three llamas.
They are really mangy looking (and in this weather HOT looking), but there is something about them that I find just so adorable. each time I pass by I slow down as I get to the place where they live– much to the irritation of the drivers who are behind me.
But they’re going too fast anyways.
(Did I, Leadfoot herself, really just say that???)
The llamas don’t do much, they seem to eat or sit around, but they make me smile each time I pass by them! The owners have set up a huge fan in the side field, and the llamas just seem to plunk themselves in front of it during this heat. They look really content and don’t seem to be bothered by the cars that are zipping by (or in my case, crawling by).
One of these days I’m going to figure out a place to park so I can go and see them close-up. Someone told me that they almost sound as if they’re purring when they’re content.
Not many people get to see llamas on their way to work! If I have to go to that miserable place where I slave, at least the llamas provide a kind of perk.
Now what I’d like to do is do some stamping with llama stamps. There is one designer, Paula Best, who does the cutest line of llamas (as well as cats, fish and dogs). The thing is, her stamps seem to be hard to come by and are really expensive. (Most stamps are pretty expensive, though.)
I’m going to have to bite the bullet and buy a few, if I can find a source to buy them from. I’ll have to do a search on my stamping lists to see if anyone sells them.
I’m going to New York City.
Yes, again.
No, I haven’t told Michael.
I’m biding my time, as I don’t want to seem too pushy with him. I am so damn insecure here!
I got a flyer from the local adult education school and they had a trip called "Half Price Broadway". You leave at 6a.m. on a Saturday morning, get to NYC around 10, have the day to go to a show or whatever, then leave the city at 7pm, getting back here around 11. It only cost $49. I won’t have to drive and can sleep on the bus.
I’ll bring along my walkman in case the other people on the bus aren’t interesting enough to strike up conversations with, so I can isolate myself if necessary.
I am going alone. I don’t want to go with anyone else. I want to go where I feel like going, walk if I want to walk, and not have to worry about the person I’m with not being happy or not being able to keep up.
I’m sure that sounds absolutely miserable and as if I am the biggest snob, but I think I just need some personal time.
No, I’m not in the least bit afraid. (Which is a question I am asked whenever I go somewhere alone.)
That’s one of the curses of being single, doing things alone. The thing is, I discovered years ago that if I have to wait for someone else to want to go somewhere and don’t go by myself if the urge hits, then I’ll be sitting home alone. A lot.
So I have become very adept at going places alone and finding my way around, and ENJOYING it.
That’s not to say that I don’t have a very active fantasy life about this day in the city. I’m picturing spending a lot of time with Michael, including his going to a show with me.
How unrealistic is that???
It’s Saturday, the woman in his life probably claims all his time on the weekend and she’ll never let him spend time with me.
But I will continue to dream about this and pretend it might be possible. It’s a nice way to pass the time when I drift off to sleep at night.
I’ll be happy if he can meet for a cup of coffee again.
But I do want more.
I am going to ask him if he has any ticket connections for some of the shows that I haven’t seen and haven’t been able to get a ticket to. He has many contacts in the entertainment world, although not necessarily Broadway, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I have actually stuck to my diet for these first three days. I haven’t fallen off the wagon yet. I’ve had a bagel and a hard boiled egg for breakfast each day, my cottage cheese and yogurt thingy for lunch and a Caesar salad with a piece of baked chicken for dinner. I’ve been eating those "salad in a bag" types of salads, so I don’t even shred the lettuce. But I’m eating the WHOLE bag at once.
I even stuck to it when Dee and I went out to dinner tonight. I did change a bit, and likely added more calories, as I had a Mandarin orange chicken salad. It was quite good.
I have also managed to drink about three liters of water a day. I think it might be a bit more. This is the hardest part for me.
Have I mentioned that I hate water? I know it’s a necessary evil for diet success, but I do hate water. I love iced tea and coffee, but I know that water is one of the keys to weight loss, so I’m forcing myself to drink it.
It’s all one day at a time, and I’m not going to beat myself up if I have a day that’s not as good or when I decide to eat something I love. Like a baked potato.
Or chocolate.
I’d better go to bed before I start digging in the cabinets for some forbidden food.
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