I haven't moved, and I haven't sent out these cards (from the store) yet, but I used my new address today:
I ordered another Orphan Red, to be delivered to my new place.
I'd thought six little reds was the maximum, but these ones want to share their upcoming doll house, if a suitable doll could be found.
I looked on eBay, and there she was.
Obviously a rapscallion.
Could her name be Minnie Micawber?
I'm excited:
I'm going to sleep at my new place tomorrow and watch the dog, Principessa, while Patti is out of town overnight.
(Principessa's real name is Prince, but he seems like a princess to me.)
The place is a mess because Patti has been sanding the floors and moving rooms, but it'll be great to get to know the place a little, on my own.
II. Change is in the air.
A customer asked me on a date yesterday. That hasn't happened in quite a while––at least not in any real way. A chronically drunk guy did propose marriage a few months ago, but I couldn't take it personally. Working with the public, that's something of a job hazard. (Remember the "your barista is not flirting with you" clip?)
This guy was not a psycho pest or anything like that––he was funny, with wire Harry Potter eye glasses––and his offer was slightly flattering. Not as flattering as it would've been if he knew my name, but not unpleasant.
I have been thinking it might be nice to have a sweetie again one day, maybe. (I don't know, it's hard to imagine. . .) At any rate, though, since my favorite thing is to read side-by-side with a sweetie––reading in bed before falling asleep is the brass ring––I imagine a compatible person would not only ask my name but would shop in the BOOK's, which this guy doesn't.
Still, being asked out felt like a little sign of life.
