From Cold to Hot in Two Hours

I left a 57 degree foggy place this morning for a 100 degree sunny place this afternoon. The outdoor plants were happy to see me, as were the fountain, the bird feeders, and the birds.

After I unloaded the car and got the mail, visited my sis, did a load of laundry, walked one dog and played ball with the other, I was ready to go to the bbq. But it was north of my town, and the freeway going north during rush hour is a nightmare unless you can get into the HOV lane. My usual passenger is in Greece with her daughter, and my married friend wore herself out playing golf in the heat.

Nobody else in the singles’ club lives this direction.  I decided to skip the bbq and stay home. After all, tomorrow night is another event with live music. It is summer, and a person can’t do it all.

Or can they? I used to do it all, ten years ago. The first time I had ten days off from parenting, I went out for eight nights. I was exhausted but also happy to find my groove.  That same groove kept me going for a decade, and now it’s slowing down. Dancing twice a week is enough for me. Once a week will even do in the winter time when live music starts at 9:00 and goes till midnight.

Now that I am skipping the 10:00 news and going to bed an hour earlier on account of my dogs getting me up at 6:15 when it gets light out, I don’t know the weather for the next day or the sports scores, but I’m also not stressing over the Washington D. C. politics or the latest tweets by you know who.

June is my birthday month, so I will hopefully get to see my friends for a day or two and celebrate. I have three friends with June birthdays, so we can all hang together. The Medicare mail is already coming, a year early.

I’ll have to find the Beatles album with my song on it. I think it’s on Sgt. Pepper’s Hearts Club Band. Actually I Googled it to find out which one. You know it. “When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now. . .”

I’m back home and distracted with all the stuff I need to do. It’s hard to focus on reading a book for fun. It’s not easy to let everything go while I work on a project.

That’s why I go to where it’s 57 degrees. I get time to work on stuff and not be distracted by household chores and Facebook.  It’s fun to see where everyone is traveling to, but otherwise, Facebook is a time suck.

I got some mailbox money today. That’s what Ellen Degeneres calls it. It’s money for work you’ve already done, the royalties from books you wrote.  I don’t know which day it came, but I have a locking mailbox so that I don’t need to worry. Between Sis’s long term health care policy checks and my mailbox money, a lot of revenue comes to us in the mail

Sorry this blog post was kind of dumb. I need someone to tell me his/her bad date story. How about you?



5 thoughts on “From Cold to Hot in Two Hours

  1. I wondered if you wanted that, so; here is mine and you can share.
    I met a guy years ago after putting an ad in the singles section of our town newspaper. We had talked on the phone prior with practically 3 hour conversations and he told me he lived with his mom and made plastic limbs as movie props. We were in our 20-30’s and when he told me he lived with his mom, I was like. “What, are you totally ugly or something? Lol” He said he was average looking
    So. We decide to meet at a pizza place that does karaoke since we both like to siing. I invited my best friend, Man, to join me, as he was Gay and no threat to date guy. Man and I arrived early and pretty much stopped eating when date drove in. The car was a piece of junk. I was like, “Oh God, Please don’t make him ugly. ” Man cracked up. The guy who gets out is Huge with no neck! Man says “We can hide!” But I am like, “No. we need to stop laughing. I told him I was wearing a Cat shirt and I am the only one wearing one!” The date was awkward. We gave him the rest of the pizza and I don’t remember if we sang. When he arrived, he said he would have brought his friend who was bigger than him but didn’t want to scare me away. Needless to say, date was quiet. As we are leaving
    We’re like “Nice meeting you. ” etc
    And Man goes, “This was fun. We’ve got to do this again sometime. ” I think Date and I shot eye daggers at him.

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      1. It means that once we met, all conversation and similarities went away. I don’t remember a specific song, as to karaoke. I still sing a lot of variety and play the crowd.


      2. Oh, didn’t know that. Date looked like a Frog with no neck and short legs. Seriously, this guy was “average looking ” for a Houseboat! He had answered my ad and we had 1-3 hour conversations before actually meeting in person. I know it’s sad to be so shallow but you need to have at least a little attraction physically for a relationship to go anywhere. I always have a back-up friend when going on first or blind dates and Man was mine. He and I had been friends for years and since he was Gay, we would joke about men we passed when we went driving around. We would see a guy and say, “He’s cute” Then. i would tell Man, “If he looks at you, I’m outta here. ” Lol. This happened long before cell phones. Now, I still have a back-up friend if I go on a date but I can text or call her, if I run into trouble and she does the same with me. To this day, I am still glad we ate before he showed up, because I lost my appetite. That’s why we gave him what was left of the pizza. I believe the restaurant was a ‘Shakeys’ in California. After actually meeting, the conversations between Date Guy and I lessened to half hour, 15 minutes, then 5 minuted, before our communication faded away. Oh and Date Guy had actually said the friend he was going to invite weighed a lot more than him.
        * If this isn’t enough words, let me know.


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