I actually have a lot to do today so I shouldn’t be writing but I am.
I”m having a ladies lunch with Julie, Susan and her daughter Nicole/Daisy.
Since there will be no boys there I’m wondering if combing my hair is a must.
I think I know the answer to that. Nah.
I spoke to one of the guys that’s renting my house for the summer yesterday. I loved him so much that I’m afraid that my wish to show him a great summer will mean that I have to add a rec room or home theatre before he gets there.
He was so sweet and he loves his mother. Plus he asked what was expected of him and his friends while staying in my house. I wanted to make him think that I’ve done this before so I contemplated saying what everyone says to anyone renting their house, “Just don’t any of youse go fallin’ down the stairs” but I stayed mum.
I had another interesting interaction yesterday. I heard from one of dave’s closest friends, Ben. His name isn’t really Ben, it’s Bill but he’s kind of a secretive cat so I’m going to call him Ben.
I’ve always loved Bill, I mean, Ben. So has everyone in my family. I always have him at Seders and things because I just do. In fact a few years ago he couldn’t come and the first thing my little niece, Lily said was “Where’s Bill?”. ( I’m not doing the Ben/Bill thing any more.)
Anyway I have to admit I missed him and I was a little sad that I hadn’t heard from him much but really glad to talk to him yesterday.
Naturally we talked about dave and his shock at what happened and being who he is he was saying that dave has always been so generous with his time and help and had such a strict moral code that he had trouble understanding how he could justify what he did to me.
He started to suggest reasons for this in dave’s past when I realized that I don’t give a shit why. Maybe in the beginning of this whole thing I would have been interested in discussing that but now I couldn’t care less. I’m so past that.
I’ve got more important things on my mind like what kind of car I should buy the kid who’s renting my house.