Thanksgiving mystery to be solved: my mother swears I sent her a picture of me on a farm eating something and laughing. I have no memory of such a photo nor such an occasion even. But she swears... begin review of every email and photo file on her computer going back two years.
I am now fully caught up on all the drama of the extended family, my mother's circle of friends, their grown children, and some of the neighbors. I know way too much about too many people than I ever wanted or needed to know. *pours another*
So the one guy left while I was commiserating with a fellow Florida transplant, then irreconcilable differences guy texted after a week of radio silence, then long time crush we call Golde Ratio Guy showed up, and now Michael Stipe and his entourage makes an appearance. It's Friday night, y'all. Reporting from the pub. Over and out.
Ack awkward. This guy at the pub... he's another regular and he's not a bad guy. Funny and probably fundamentally good, but he is so negative, and talks negatively about pretty much everything and everyone. Maybe he does it to entertain me, but it's actually kind of tedious and annoying. And now I think maybe he's a little sweet on me. Damn.
in happier news, one thing worked out today. wanted to get down to jax for the long weekend over thanksgiving to see my mom and I found a ride with acquaintances in town headed down that way. did not want to bus it all the way to Atlanta then down into Florida, which would take a whole day in itself. yay for asking people and having them say yes!
when things seem to be moving along and you think maybe it's going to work... then there's a snag, and that snag slowly turns into an unraveling, then with a quickness other things start to snag and unravel... now you're tying knots to pull the pieces back together wondering what, how, why... so yeah, this new job may not be working out.