Yeah, a motorbike would be fun! One time the rental car was a little Fiat. It was hilarious how guys came out of the woodwork for a look or maybe I'd just let them sit in it for a minute?
I'm on track with the food and fitness goals. Went out for dinner and a tour of the town with a business acquaintance. She's great fun (and married, so don't get any ideas...) PMA is okay. The Spanish language CDs threw a few more verbs into the mix and they're spilling out my ears.
P emailed yesterday with her intended arrival time and suggested that we talk on the phone to make sure all our ducks were lined up. I did start to wonder (okay - worry about) what she had up her sleeve, but she called tonight and it was just a few minor logistical concerns about her D's visit.
I expected that she had closed on a house by now, but she hadn't kept me in the loop about it. I asked, and yes she had closed last week. I congratulated her and generally acted more excited about it than she did. She told me about her moving adventures and fix-up projects. I was encouraging about her abilities and validated her frustrations.
She reiterated that she would work on whatever project I wanted when she arrives. I appreciate it but I sure don't understand it.
We talked for about half an hour. We were both tired. I ended it first.
It was a perfectly fine conversation and I was a bit unsettled afterward. The distance. What's not there is bothersome. I need to have a mantra about that. Is it Adinva who reminds herself, "This is my new reality"? Just observe. It is what it is.
