- I had a moment I never thought I’d have: My first (and likely last) Sex and the City moment. I was never a regular fan of the show but I do remember a few episodes.
When I first bought my house, I knew the woman that lived here before me lived alone. She was quite old and, according to the neighbors, was very spry and active until her last days. However, the neighbors also told me that she was never married. Though I can’t say it’s something that freaked me out, I remember this fact once in a while and think gee, I wonder if it’s not me, it’s the house? Yes, I know how that sounds.
Anyway, my SATC moment came on Saturday morning. It was pouring rain and I decided I’d get adventurous and make blueberry muffins, from scratch. I washed the blueberries and ate a few. Then I choked on a blueberry. For about eleven seconds, I thought I was going to have to throw myself over the back of a chair to keep from dying. I didn’t have to do that, but I did think of the episode where Miranda buys her apartment and moves in alone and then proceeds to choke on something with no one there to save her. Hmm.
- I installed baseboard/molding in my bathroom. Only because three years is the respectful amount of time to wait after installing the floor to install molding. I am Miss Fix-It, I know these things.
- My best friend won’t be visiting this week after all. No matter, I actually already had plans to visit her over Labor Day weekend anyway. We’re good like that. And no, I never did manage to lose the eight pounds or grow four inches taller like I’d wanted to. Something tells me we’ll have fun anyway.
- 60 Minutes was the best thing I watched all weekend (okay, pretty much the only thing) and it rocked. Surprised? Go check out Byron Pitts’ interview with the mayor of New Orleans. Some serious topics were breached here regarding recovery efforts and racism. Also, take a look and listen at Lesley Stahl’s story on The Science of Sexual Orientation.
Maybe we don’t always know what we think we do, is all I’m saying.
- I took a very, very long bike ride on Sunday. My legs still hurt, it was tiring and I’ve come to the conclusion that they’re never going to make bike shorts that completely allow you to forget you’re on the seat of a bicycle. They’re just not.
What’s worse, no matter how long you’ve been riding clipless, those dang pedals will still find ways to surprise you. A little hill + a sharp corner + being physically attached to your bike at the feet = FRIGHTENING MOMENT IN ONCOMING TRAFFIC. I’d quit it completely if it weren’t so much fun.
- And finally, I’ll admit it. I’m one of those organic foods snobs. Most of the time, anyway. So, I was all proud of my salad making skills on Sunday until I was joined by this little friend:
He was dead when he fell out, but that didn’t make it any better. Even when you think you are, you’re never really alone.