Category: feelings

while cleaning out my VM box, i heard a message from maga explaining that i’d missed her because she’d been out at the park watching the sunset. it appears my love of sunsets is genetic.

i finished the sequel to THE ROSIE PROJECT which is called THE ROSIE EFFECT and it was every inch as delicious as the first book. it’s best when listened to as audio because the narrator really brings the quirky character to life. other favorite audiobooks? THE SCORPIO RACES, THE WITNESS, TINY BEAUTIFUL THINGS, and METRO GIRL.

this article on foreign idioms translated literally. <3

this just in from a coworker:

“[Retired Coworker] and I were talking about books we’re reading and he said in book 2 of Karl Ove Knausgaard’s My Struggle there’s this scene where Knausgaard is talking on his phone on a train and the train lurches forward and the phone flies out of his hand and into the purse of the woman across from him. It turns out the woman, and the man she is with, is an Israeli spy, so they think he’s dropped his phone in her bag on purpose to spy on them. So [Retired Coworker] said, “That’d be a pretty good way to meet someone.”

Just saying, if you don’t like your current options for boyfriend shopping, this could be a new one.

*cautiously adds to list of things to try*

G gave me this for my birthday:

she originally painted it for an art collaboration (where she created the art and AC wrote the words), but when i inquired as to its location, she mumbled something about it being in her apartment. i asked what i had to do in order to make it my own. she named the terms. i complied. and on my birthday, i unwrapped it and cradled it and fell in love with it. it’s even more stunning in person that it is online (and that’s saying something.)

if artwork by friends is a currency, i am RICH.

mexicans LOVE the rain because it’s different than the sun they see every day. americans with only two full days in the tropics? not so much.

only i would carry sunscreen in my purse in the middle of a rainstorm just in case.

“i’m either asleep or awake.” if only i lived and slept with the same conviction as R.

we met up with three of R’s coworkers for a drink. i’d met all of them at least once, if not twice, but only had had snippets of conversations with each. each one hugged me hello. there’s just something about seeing a semi-familiar face in a foreign land that it lends itself to hugging.

R and i left the resort every day and mingled with the locals. thanks to R’s effervescent smile strangers became friends, catcalls became compliments, and Holas! became invitations to explore.

almost every non-local we encountered was on their umpteenth visit to cabo and generously shared information on where to eat, what to see, etc. it’s a blurry line between local and tourist and visitor. well, except the part where the natives speak spanish.

12 hours of flights, 2 hours of delays, 3 hours early to the airport, 12-14 pesos to the dollar depending upon the day, 2 for 1 drinks during happy hour, $0 and 0 pesos for ladies for drinks on tuesday night.

R still delights in my discomfort when she gets the waiter to bring a cake, a candle, and a barrage of backup singers (with maracas!).

the trajectory of your life can change due to the arrival of one person.