I've had one moment of sheer panic since I've returned home. It was when I went to my sister's house earlier this week, and I left my beret at home. I thought I had it on. I *always* wear it now, and I thought that I'd lost it.
My sister kept saying, " You didn't have it on when you got here."
But it was at home.
Today, I went to the grocery store, and everyone's just sorta looking at my beret, and I'm like, "What?"
My beret rocks. Don't knock it.
I have not seen Duane the last couple times I've gone to the grocery store, that is why this journal is not full of over analyzing supermarket entries.
I aked about him today. They did not say that he was gone. They just said that he wasn't there today.
I've been listeningto a variety of things, but ultimately the Coldplay CD found it's way back to my computer.
Silas has just jumped up in my lap and he's just a sweet furball. But he's sixteen pounds and hard to type around.
So for the first time in many years, I'm just gonna stay home for New Years. I'm gonna chill out, I've got a bottle of wine, like the one Pipsie and I had at the Cambridge... and... fried chicken.
Because I can't be completely cultured. It's just one of my quirks. Whenever somebody says something like, "Oh that's good with red meat or pasta." I just snicker because I'll nod and take it home and it will accompany fried chicken. Sometimes I'll slice peaches to go with it. But I wasn't in that mood today.
I hope that you all are warm and safe, that you have a wonderful New Years Eve.
I love you.
me
singing please, please, come back and sing to me, to me, me come on and sing it out, now. now. now.
Posted by hawkie at December 31, 2002 07:47 PM