Please tell me tomorrow

You won’t believe this but I started this post weeks ago. And guess what? I put off writing it. Hmm. Why is it that someone who loves to mark completed tasks off a list or plow through a month’s worth of housecleaning in one morning cannot write a simple blog about procrastination without procrastinating like hell? I’ll tell you tomorrow.

Update 7/19/08 I thought I was done with this throwaway post, until not once but twice, Martin asked me about it. It’s tomorrow, he said, So when are you going to finish it? he asked me, or words to that effect.

How can I tell if he likes me?

The signs indicating whether a guy likes you depend on how old you are. If you’re under 10, he likes you if he pretends he doesn’t. No, wait, that also applies to some egotists of any age. Avoid them.

The bottom line is that usually, unless you’re still in grade school, you can tell whether a guy likes you if you’re honest with yourself. He pays you compliments or keeps calling you or emailing or texting you. In short, he follows up with you. He pursues you. Sometimes he’ll give you a hint by saying something like I really like you.

I’m here for the vacations

I think people need to sign a legally binding document committing them to return the winning ticket if they decide to continue working after they hit the lottery jackpot. What a crock. Why waste your money on lottery tickets if you love your job so much?

It’s not that I hate my job. I’ve just got better things to do. The only reason I keep going back to work every day is that I’ve gotten used to the luxury of a roof over my head and food in my belly. Kinda hard to feed my habit without a paycheck.

Making the switch from plastic bags

Over the weekend I bought a canvas bag at the local food co-op. It’s for grocery-shopping so I can stop carrying home those awful plastic bags. I bought it on impulse when I noticed it was only $.99. I recycle grocery bags but still knew it was irresponsible of me to use them at all. If I’m buying only a couple of items, I refuse a bag altogether but they seem to accumulate rather quickly, regardless.

Ain’t no big thing at all

Well, it’s a done deal. The girls have been pancaked and imaged and it’s all good for another year.

The hard part this time had more to do with breaking my workday routine than having the mammogram itself. Despite two pop-up reminders yesterday and a voice-mail message when I got home reminding me of my 9 a.m. appointment, I showered and dressed as usual for work. About the time I was sitting down at my PC, I realized I’d screwed up. Half an hour later, I was headed home to shower off the deodorant and lotion I’d applied earlier so I’d be “clean” for my mammo.

Cold lemonade with hot rolls fresh from the oven

So it is me, Genno, trying to write about something that might interest a few people. I am going to blog about the early days of my life.

For the first time in 50+ years, I have been spending time remembering the early years of my life. Events of the past crowd my mind as I try to organize my thoughts. There is a dream-like quality in the remembering — a reflection of someone else other than who I see in the mirror.

A tale of two potlucks

What a difference a week makes. Last night I carried a dish of vegan-friendly quinoa risotto to the monthly potluck of a local vegetarian group. A week earlier, I’d made Town Band Baked Beans with bacon from Aunt Bee’s Mayberry Cookbook for a barbecue at Martin’s house.

I can wait to see you again

At what point does a smart person give up on meeting a romantic partner online? I’m not sure how long it takes but I’m not there yet. I’ve tried several different sites for meeting men online. I’ve actually met some really great guys but thus far, there’s been no true romance. From friends and family, I happen to know it can happen but how long do you give it before you throw in the towel?

So this is how it’s going to be

After a trip to the gym with a friend to lift weights, I stopped in to have a beer and see the progress on the deck she and her husband are building. After reviewing the home improvements in progress, we sat down with our beers out back.

One thing led to another and I was trying to recommend the movie GlenGarry Glen Ross to her. Here’s how a bit of the conversation went:

Me: It’s a dark movie but really good. And there’s a stellar cast . . . Jack Lemmon, Alec Baldwin, uh that good-looking actor who’s name has Glen in it — Scott Glen or maybe Glen Scott

You will survive

There’s a duet by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown playing on Top 40 radio with this chorus: But how do you expect me to live alone with just me; ‘Cause my world revolves around you It’s so hard for me to breathe . . .

Poor Jordin. It’s a bitch trying to breathe without any air. I like the song, No Air — it’s wonderful ear candy. But I find the sentiment behind songs of that ilk annoying. It’s certainly not a new theme in pop music — there are lots of songs with a similar bent. Like Harry Nillson’s Without You, which may be the ultimate broken-heart ballad — I can’t live if living is without you.

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