you were amazing to me

March 11: demulcent

I miss talking with you on the phone; your voice has a demulcent quality that none other can match.

 

    Headache.
     It's been a busy, productive weekend, even though I haven't left the apartment since dinnertime Friday. "Spring cleaning" has been launched. Bills are paid. Three books were finished (and another sorted into the 'I can live without this' pile, which should please the 'you've got too many danged books' faction) and a movie watched.
     One of my two expectant (expecting? What's the correct tense?) mother friends gave birth on Friday at 18:38. A healthy daughter, 6 lb. 14 oz., 19.5 inches. I don't know yet what her older sister (14 months older!) thinks of this turn of events. And I'm waiting on tenterhooks to hear what's happening in Alaska on this front.
     I realized something while lazing through a long weekend shower earlier this evening. If you had to guess when was the last time I was asked out, purely by innocent chance and not through my own machinations (or by 'ineligible players'), when would you suppose that would have been? I just snorted aloud, because the "when" is less revealing than the "by whom": Brian from Mad-town. Yeah, it's been that long. That long since any man has taken an interest in me without my having presented the possibility of 'interest' to him first. That long since I've felt the flush of, Holy crap, someone noticed me? It's either hilarious or pathetic. Or, probably, both.
     Today's song of the day--Love and Memories by O.A.R.:
     The Mumbler has schlepped off to whatever planet he goes to when he's not speaking to me...with three of my favorite movies on DVD, borrowed from my collection.
     Sandal weather this week: 70s are predicted for at least three days so far. Thank God. Socks for too long! It's time, at long last, to let the toes breathe.

[the title quotation is from Love and Memories]