Good things
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After a week in the doldrums, Friday is taking a good turn--
- I hauled a stack of kids magazines, two bags of videos, and a bag of kids' software and some music CDs to the American library and donated them.
- I got the latest issue of Rolling Stone with Bruce Springsteen on the cover. The only thing better than Bruce's music is the intriguing contents of his mind. Getting inside his head and his creative process was singularly satisfying. Great interview. And as a bit of trivia, I discovered he's Italian on his mother's side and Irish on his father's--just like me.
- Sometimes when one feels as gray as the sky, the only way to get some color in your life is to unleash some grrrl power. That explains why I, the woman who normally wears boring Hanes for Her cotton underwear, spent an inordinate amount of time choosing three pairs of very sexy panties off a rack yesterday. Finally, I've graduated from the underwear that is sold in plastic packages next to the socks to the good stuff that's hung on hangers in the lingerie department. Oooh la la. I'm feeling very French.
- I bought an issue of Allure magazine and vowed to be more beautiful...
- And today I zipped on my wicked little black boots with the pointy toes and sharp little heels to run errands with the kids. I left my boring square-toed middle-aged soccer mom loafers at home--and that felt mighty fine.
- There was a new barber in the barber shop, the place where my son has gotten many a crappy haircut. This guy took A's extraordinarily thick, hard-to-cut hair and gave him a haircut that was absolutely perfect. And he did it all with scissors and various cutting techniques and not the evil military hairclippers of doom. It was nothing short of amazing. Of course, I had sensed the barber had awesome talent when I noticed his kickass black cowboy boots with the silver buckles. I told him in French how much I loved them...
- After the perfect haircut, we went to a consignment shop where E-Grrrl of the hard-to-fit feet found an almost new pair of Clark's Artisan clogs in her size for only $3. They're beyond cute, with lots of hippie chic decorative stitching, and being Clarks, they're well padded and comfortable. Lucky her. Lucky me. Buying her shoes normally means I spend at least $60 because inexpensive shoes never fit her right--and then she outgrows the expensive ones in a matter of months. Finding these clogs made my day. It also means she won't be borrowing my Ugg clogs anymore.
So what made your day? What's looking good for the weekend? Do tell. Let's share the good stuff, y'all.
November 2, 2007
Reader Comments (18)
Proficiaat on finding your way through, specially on a grey old, clouds-touching-the-ground kind of day.
Good things..hum..The geese are starting their migration south, and I get to watch.
3 new movies fron Netflix.
Told the truth, when I could have lied.
Words, and writing, and friends I'l never meet....
Just off the top of my sleepy head..
Cowboy boots..always yummy.
I haven't heard his new album yet, but I loved The Rising.
The cable guy came to check my internet connection and on the way out he commented on our cichlids. We've had too many in the tank for a while due to two batches of babies being born several months ago. They've grown to middle-size now and are crowding the tank. I asked him if he wanted some and 15 minutes later I had scooped out 10 of them and he was on his way. I had planned to post on Freecycle, but just hadn't gotten to it. I told him about Freecycle and he was very interested.
Yesterday, I got all new scuba gear for my son through Freecycle. He was certified two summers ago and when we have gone on vacation to places where he can dive, he's rented gear. This gear had only been used maybe once or twice. The guy is now a working parent with no time for diving. I love giving away stuff through Freecycle and I equally love occasionally finding just the right thing :-) .
My son is home unexpectedly from college as his class today got cancelled. The house always feels so different when he's "home" ... a very good different... even if he's sleeping for hours and hours (truly) or out with his buddies.
I am listening to Eat Pray Love on audio in my car since finishing reading it a month or so. It's read by the author and it's done superbly. This book resonates with me on so many levels that I am almost looking for reasons to spend time in the car. I am picking up so much more the second time around. I could listen to it in the house, but somehow I am more focused and enjoying it more in the car.
It's a spectacular fall day here. Crisp, but sunny. Today is my third Friday off since I have transitioned to a new job working M-Th, 32 hours a week.
Even better, I love the new job so when Friday comes I am not worn out or stressed out from working. Win/Win!
Happy weekend to all!
Shoes don't have to have pointy toes and sharp heels to be sexy...unless of course you believe what you read in Allure.
Hoping to lay back and catch up on things at home and in my mind. Me time.
Ending a great day by reading my favorite blogs.
:-)
But what really made my day was yet another credit card that dropped in my mailbox: if I max them all out I can easily afford a brand new Porsche.
And let me share a secret V: your wicked little black boots one day will inspire one of my blogposts ;-)
Also, it's the end of the grading period and lots of my students who were complaining about their grades and who were wanting to drop haven't mentioned it lately and many were pleasantly surprised at their averages!! So, I'm glad for that!
I am SO HAPPY to share your happiness, deep down in my bones happy.
I still remember when you left a comment saying how you had stopped telling people how you truly felt because you sensed they didn't really care or want to know, so you just put your interactions on autopilot. Sigh. I really felt your isolation and loneliness then but when I tried to send you an e-mail, it bounced.
And then you shared your amazing staying-married story here, and I was struck once again by how much I learn about life from you and other commenters who dare to post their thoughts and share experiences here. I never feel I'm alone, even when life gets messy. You're not alone either.
Hope your weekend is WONDERFUL.
AMEN sistah.
And don't forget his butt. That TOO is very, very intriguing. Especially in tight jeans. Hey, you KNOW you were thinking it too. Don't deny it.
O,
Claudia
(GODS I love that O!!!)