I was invited out by some girlfriends last evening and didn't want to go. I wanted to settle in at home and watch more of Medium. (I've been streaming it on Netflix trying to catch up so I can get to the series finale).
But since I work with them and they were right here and not taking no for an answer, I said I would go out and have one drink and then break out at 7 p.m. I had the one drink, but was having so much fun, I didn't hold firmly to my deadline. It was fun. And, I see now, that I'm going to have to make myself get out this fall and winter.
I said before that I am still in touch with my high school and college beaus. Both have been reaching out to me more since I said I was getting divorced -- just checking to make sure I'm OK.
One thing that has been interesting to me is that they both want to "fix it." For example, one looked at a web profile I have and started giving me feedback -- lengthy ones -- for changes and improvements. Um, I like it just as it is, thank you. I'm good.
The other is trying to show me the light and the way to Jesus, passing along scriptures he thinks would be good and giving me helpful suggestions for what I should be looking for in a church. OK, yeah, I'm good. Thanks.
I've never wondered what life would have been like married to these two guys. I'm good.
I need to wash clothes. Like most household chores, I hate this job. Gotta do it though. Sigh.