Happy Singles’ Awareness Day, if that is your preference.
I had a great day yesterday. Started out a little cloudy with a chance of showers (emotionally) but just got better and better as the day went on.
Tackled Mt. Washmore at Firstborn’s house. Got my hair cut. Got my nails done; managed to mangle the manicure before I was a block from Nail Dude’s, but I will put stickers on my nails and declare them festive.
Got lots of hugs and lovin’ from the Bitties. Watched most of The Incredibles in fits and starts. Enjoyed hearing BittyBubba mangle the name (he’s two and a half): something like Incrappables. Ate chili and some of Firstborn’s delicious cornbread. Ate chocolate chip cookies, too.
Tanked Lorelai. Stopped at Braum’s and picked up a gallon of milk and half a gallon of orange juice. And a single dip of Rocky Road in a cone.
It is now 7:51, and I need to be at church for my PPI (personal priesthood interview, or one-on-one accounting of my stewardship to Bishop) in an hour and a half. Stayed up much too late (1:00-ish) reading The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance, which Firstborn had borrowed from BestFriend’s Middlest, and which I cannot in good conscience recommend because of the author’s language, but which nevertheless was probably exactly what I needed, given the plans I had made for a romantic if G-rated picnic after church today.
Got my hair cut really short yesterday, at the length I think of as “I’m not dating boys right now. Boys should just go away and leave me alone.” [Firstborn, bless her, asked if that meant that I was now dating girls. That would be a “no.”]
There is a singles’ conference in three weeks. I am signed up for it. I will go, and dance, and eat overly salty food, but I most devoutly hope that Brother Right, whoever he is, has other plans for that weekend. I am reasonably sure that I will be civil at that point; I am also reasonably sure that anybody who attempts to flirt with me will have his head handed back to him.
I missed the temple, week before last, because I was sick. I missed yesterday because I had to chew my way down the honey-do list. I should probably go three times this week. I need that peace. I need to be obedient. I need that peace.
I am wishing that I had gone to Wal-Mart after I brought the laundry and the milk and orange juice home. I will not go hungry today (yay! for food storage!), but I am going to be in church from 9:30 until 4:00 (assuming the building does not attack my lungs again), and nothing that I have is suitable for quick bites between meetings, and I only had one real meal yesterday.
So, I am tired, and I am hungry, and I am already set up for a good bout of the weepies. Could be an interesting day.
On the other hand, there were two surprising friend requests on Facebook this morning: one from a delightful woman in my old ward, and one from an old friend on the parenting board, another of my acquired brothers and a Good Jewish Boy into the bargain. (This is the friend who on a Friday had a consulting assignment in an office building in New York City, and the following Tuesday watched a plane fly into the spot where he had been sitting, four days previously. Truly, a mensch.)
I will be fine, once I shower and fluff my hair and eat some chocolate. (I am also tossing my box of Puffs into my bag, just in case.) I am going to channel 1 Nephi 4:6: “And I was led by the Spirit, not knowing beforehand the things which I should do.”
Have an Incrappable day, everybody! Love the one(s) you’re with.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!