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It’s Not All About ME . . . it’s about you, my drew

“I feel so shallow . . . ” my drew says to me after reading my last blog.

“What, why?” I was distraught. How could my love puppy think this?

“So what’s going on in your blog?” (Apparently, he is not one of my followers.) “Have you mentioned. . .”

“No, I haven’t. After all this is not all about me,” I say as I interrupt him in mid sentence.

So what is he referring to? My weight loss? I lost a lot of weight walking the streets of NYC. As a Licensed Real Estate Salesperson in Manhattan I get to wander all over the city with camera in hand . . . I love the elevator/doorman buildings and I’m mixed on those sixth floor walk-ups . . . except when you find that gem of an apartment at the top. It happens . . . so I hear!

Time for a new pair of walking shoes. Any suggestions?

Time for a new pair of walking shoes. Any suggestions?

I’m not sure what upset Drew about my post the other day. Was it the squirting grapefruit or the Ask Amy giggle?

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Rain Jacket and Walking Shoes

When I left the house today it was already starting to rain. According to the NY Times it was only going to drizzle. I left my rain jacket in the closet. I just didn’t want to walk around looking like a scoop of (green) mint ice cream.

Before we left for Seattle I went searching for a rain jacket. Nothing in the stores for me. When I looked at my inbox I saw a 25% off and free shipping offer from Land’s End.  This offer was ending at midnight (3 hours away.) They had a rain jacket with a fleece lining. I didn’t have time to think. Midnight was approaching fast. The problem was the color choices. The only color I ever like that they offer is black.  I shoulda went with it but I was trying to get springy. I just thought I should get a color-other-than-black. I would have preferred gray or olive-green but all they offer are these off colors that I really don’t care for. So I ordered the green . . . and I don’t care for it. I wouldn’t mind neon or olive. If I had time I would have returned it but we were leaving for Seattle a few days later.

I haven’t gotten used to the color. I keep telling myself that I like it but then I see my reflection and quickly look away. It did keep me dry and, if not for the color, it worked well — hood was good, pockets zippered. Don’t care for the little circles of velcro along the zipper.

So I didn’t wear it today because I thought I might run into someone I knew. I don’t know why. Who goes walking in the rain around here?

I do love the ecco biom trainers that I bought. Feels like I’m walking barefoot — and from what I’ve read that is the big thing these days — that barefoot feeling. The ecco biom walkers are leather and too thick but the trainers are mesh. My feet are happy when I wear them. The salesperson at the Walking Store assured me that it’s okay to walk in trainers and that my feet will stay dry. I did believe her but I still wrote to ecco asking them about the trainers — are they good for walking? Will my feet stay dry? They never responded. I wore them and I’m happy but I’m still waiting for an answer a month later!!

And now something about Drew –He moved to his new office this week. He needs help in setting up his furniture.

 

Any suggestions?

See Drew sit. See Drew work. He is busy. He drew this picture.

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Feeling Groovy

Maybe I’m a bit optimistic but I think Stanley’s days of living it up in my house are coming to an end. Yesterday I was so traumatized by his presence in the crawl space that I didn’t get a good night’s sleep. I wasn’t home today so I don’t know for sure if he’s been around but I just couldn’t get him out of my mind.

I called Mady and she gave me the name of a trapper. It was one of those “friend of a friend’ referrals. I called him. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. We spoke and he gave me a few good pointers.

Most importantly he said, and he is not the only one, that the squirrel probably found another way out or it would be dead. Look for a fresh pile of saw dust. I went out back and crawled around and found what looked like saw dust and above it — a hole. Yup, I found it. Well, I think I feel better because now I know he isn’t trapped and he won’t wind up dead in my house.

Tomorrow night I will set up a trap on the outside. I’ll probably have to use some patio blocks to line up the trap’s opening to the hole in the house. I say tomorrow night because tonight my partner -in-squirrel -trapping is at the Elton John concert at the Garden. Drew wants no part of it, so I’ll wait.

Getting a new garden shed on Monday. Yay! I’m concerned because I’m having my old shed torn down in the next day or so and I don’t want this to interfere with my squirrel trapping. Maybe I can get them to keep down the noise . . . cut down that metal shed quietly, please.

Preparing for trip to Seattle . .  haircut today, color tomorrow. Bought walking shoes and a raincoat. Am I repeating myself? Signing up for a cooking class one afternoon . . .

Just started reading The Memory Palace. It’s a 2 week loan so I’ll finish it before we leave. Need to bring 2 books with me.

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Planning For a Rainy Day

I sent an email to Rachel on Sunday. It said:

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hope you have a backup alarm!!!!! Remember the last time change – – – your alarm didn’t go off!!!! xoxo how is your throat?

I checked my email before I went to bed on Sunday night and she never responded. Well, okay then. She’s a big girl and can take care of herself. Woke up this morning, checked my email — nothing. Made coffee. Drew sat down and said, “Aren’t you going to call Rachel to see if she got up?” “No, only if she asked and she didn’t.”  Well, guess what, at 8:10 I picked up my cell phone and there it was — a text from Rachel: Please wake me up at 7:45.

What kind of mommy am I? Am I going to be the reason she loses her job? Blame me . . . tell them at work it was my fault?!? isn’t it always? I quickly called her and she was on her way to work. Whew! Well, tomorrow is another day. Today I have a list.

I went online to Zappos.com and made a list of some walking shoes I wanted to try on. I wrote down styles and prices. First thing I did was return Drew’s new coat. He didn’t like the idea of identical coats. So I returned the coat to Sear’s and spent some time looking around for a raincoat. (Preparing for Seattle days.) Bought a Land’s End sweater and t-shirt — no raincoat. Then I went to the mall. Checked out Dick’s Sporting Goods  —  rain jackets too expensive.

Ended up in The Walking Store looking for shoes. Of course they didn’t have any of the styles on my list but I figured I could try some on and if I find what I like I can go home and look for a discount online. I spent a lot of time in the store with the sales lady. She measured my feet. When was the last time you bought a pair of shoes and had someone size your feet and check your toe placement in the shoe?  She was in her 20’s and her birthday was Thursday.

I pointed to a pair of ecco’s. “These just came in. They are so light and will keep your feet dry.” Ah, just what I wanted. I tried them on and really tried not to like them or at least I tried not to buy them. They were way more that I wanted to pay. But I spent so much time with her and it was her birthday soon (I bet she tells that to all the customers.) So, I bought them. I guess I can return them on Thursday or Friday. (Her days off this week.)

I don’t know what got into me. But wait, it gets even worse. I was hungry and I wanted a frozen yogurt. I went to the food court and stopped in front of Johnny Rockets. I knew it was wrong but I sat at the counter and ordered a vanilla malted. It was piled high with whipped cream and I just sucked the whole thing up. It was too sweet and not malty enough. Ugg, I thought I would never eat again. But I did.

Dinner was hot and sour soup and chicken and asparagus stir fry.

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