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Things are moving in a positive way

Greetings, readers. I have been energized the last few days with a positive feeling to make changes in my life. I know, I know, I’ve said this a hundred times before. But I think it is time for this procrastinater¬†to just do it. Since last September, I have successfully adjusted my sleep pattern, and I am working on my slight hoarding problem.

My therapy sessions with my psychologist are working so well, that my creativity is returning. It was buried under depression for at least a year. Now, I sit during the evenings thinking of scenarios, plot points, character names, and titles. I also have selected what I call music to write by, which is either classical music or movie soundtracks. I can’t write to music that has words, because I will sing to it.

I’m also very pleased that I am finally breaking out of my shell which had been preventing me from being more social. I’ve been attending the church dinner a little more often, and I hope to make contact with a new person whom I hope to one day call a friend.

In other news, it will be a sombre weekend because Mother’s Day is coming up and I’ll be going to the cemetery to visit Mom and also my Godmother. I’m hoping for nice weather. As soon as this blog entry is posted, I will be reserving the Zipcar.

We had a hard rain storm this morning and my ceiling began leaking again for a few minutes. I’ve already told management and they are going to call the roofers to once again check it out. I don’t know why they can’t find the problem.

Rebecca and I are taking the next two days off for personal days. If I can, I’ll post a short entry on Friday. If things get too hectic with what I’m doing, we’ll get back to normal and have a new entry up next Wednesday. It will be a top ten list on some fun topic as of yet undetermined.

Until then, take care, enjoy your day, and happy reading.

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Springtime is making me sleepy

Greetings, readers. This happens every year. It’s nothing to worry about. When the temperature starts rising and the trees start blooming I get very sleepy. The thing I like most about winter is that I get a cold slap in the face every time I walk out the door and it refreshes me. The first few days that the temperatures are in the 60s and 70s, I am dragging.

Thinking back on this, I can tell you that this phenomenon has happened to me as far back as I can remember. I absolutely prefer spring and summer, but it does take me a week or so to get used to it.

Just yesterday, I opened all three windows in the apartment wide for the first time, to let the stale air out and some good fresh air in. What I got was car exhaust and the wonderful aroma of the Indian restaurant nearby. By nighttime though it had cooled down enough that I wanted to close the windows.

I was very upset with myself yesterday, for I fell asleep and did not go to the Thursday church dinner. I’m going to have to wait another week to talk to Rose, the very nice young lady I met last week. I was disappointed in myself for not going, but I quickly realized that I must have needed the sleep. I napped from 4:00 right through 7:00. I wasn’t surprised, however, because during work hours yesterday I was extremely tired. I must not have slept well the night before.

Tomorrow is gaming day, if all goes well, and the weather should hold. No, we don’t game outside, but I hate walking to and from the bus in the rain (or any other elements). For this coming fall, I’ve been thinking of asking Darren to change our gaming day. I would like to watch the college football games live on TV, rather than try to hunt them down on YouTube. If Saturday afternoon is the only time for Darren, we might have to stick with it. There are still several months before that issue will arise. But readers, that is me. I am constantly thinking way in advance. One time my dad called me a worry wort, for as a child I would think of all the things that could go wrong in a given situation and bore my parents with them. Now I bore my friends – ha ha.

Until next Wednesday, enjoy your weekend, stay well, and happy reading.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Greetings, readers. An interesting thing happened to me last evening at the weekly church dinner. I don’t go to it very often, but I really enjoy the spaghetti dinner with all the fixings. I met someone there who I can honestly say gave me such an emotional high that I had to come home and analyze what happened. Let me explain.

While trying to find a table to sit at, I happened to come upon a very sweet lady. Her name is Rose. Now, I don’t talk to people confidently the first time I meet them. I’m either nervous or flustered. But with Rose, it felt like all the shields came down and I could talk to her as though I had known her for years. She went to sit at her table and I sat at my table. I conversed with my friend Terry, my good friend from my apartment building, while we ate. I finished before he did and I took my plates up to the dirty dishes bin. I just happened to see this dazzling young lady again. As chance would have it, with my memory issue that I call oatmeal brain, I was fully ready to admit that I had forgotten her name. To my surprise, and I must admit to my delight, she told me that she had forgotten mine. This gave me an opportunity to ask for hers again. After she told me – I was in the process of shaking her hand and was gently holding it – I said, “I know how I am going to remember your name. You are as pretty as a rose.” Unless I totally misread her facial expression, I think she was impressed. Again, I’m not dashing or debonair with strangers of the opposite gender, but every once in a while I can be.

On my walk home, I knew I wasn’t in love, but for the first time I understood the feeling that people have when they do experience love at first sight. I was on an emotional high. I could not stop thinking about this absolutely gorgeous woman.¬†Am I going to the church dinner next week? You better believe it. In my current situation, I think the best thing I can hope for is a very good friend. For one thing, I’m not going to take for granted that she would be interested in me, although there is only one way to find out. For another thing, with my financial situation the way it is, I just don’t see marriage in my future.

Now I know what you are thinking. I just met her and I’m mentioning marriage in my blog the next day. Readers, you have to understand. I have very vivid imaginative daydreams. Whatever this friendship develops into, if anything, is going to be a very slow process. Over the years, I’ve scared women by going too quickly and lost others by not going fast enough. As I told Rebecca earlier today, even if I get a good friend out of this, as a social media companion or a Panera coffee buddy, that’s okay by me. There is always room for one more friend.

Until next week, have a great weekend, take care and happy reading.