I allotted some time in my morning today to write. I’ve pissed away most of it, daydreaming on Pinterest and checking out all the daily deals Groupon, Living Social, The Plaid Barn and the others are sending my way. The end of the internet has been reached. I can procrastinate no more.
But what to write about? Everything has been so dang serious here at TMM in the last couple of weeks. If you haven’t seen me recently (or we’ve never met – in which, case – HI!!), I don’t want you thinking I spend all my time crying over lost parents and stressing over the meaning of life. Some days the weather is just nice and my hair looks pretty and that’s all it takes.
I could write about the sociology experiment that is working from a coffee shop. There are the hipsters that are up early (10 am) to study while drinking their extra dry macchiato (what the heck is an extra dry macchiato BTW??) and balancing the wool fedora just so over their scarfed and vintage teed shoulders. The businessmen with the straight black coffee trying to kill time before the next sales appointment that can’t keep a straight face to the disdain of the aforementioned group. Given my location, there aren’t the moms with strollers big enough to pack ALL the baby’s toys, but we do have the bikers of the non-motorized sort. In here in too tight pants and helmet hair drinking sports tea and eating muffins. On any given day, I could consider myself a part of any of those groups, but when I arrive with just my computer and my yoga homework to keep me company, I feel like I’m back in high school, unsure how far into the cool section I can sit at this time without being considered a tool. (Let the record show, I am all the way in the back!! I’ve made it!! We will ignore that it’s been two hours since I’ve been here and I’ve had to work my way back as people have left. Hey, I had a power supply to chase!)
I could tell you about the new house and how painting isn’t going as quickly as I had hoped. Nor is the remodeling of the kitchen. Everyone is coming out of the woodwork, telling me their remodeling horror stories while the designer keeps offering up time for us to “think about it”. It has been thunk. Let’s order some cabinets, dang it. On the other hand, I’d tell you that the rooms we have tackled look awesome! I LOVE the bright colors we have picked out. Cross your fingers that our furniture fits the new decor.
This morning Randy told me he’s sick. His family is in town, meaning we’ll be with bunches of kiddos (at least two of which have been reportedly sick.) I’m downing vitamin C as best I can. There’s no time to be ill!!
We’ve been spending our limited together TV time watching a NOVA series on the first four billion years of Australia. (Yep, still living the wild and crazy DINK lifestyle…) Turns out the attractive accent doesn’t turn up until recent history, but this has still been fascinating. It took 33 years, but someone finally got me to really pay attention to fossils and rocks and dinosaurs. The graphics are pretty impressive. I suggest you check it out.
See, life in Maggie-land isn’t all that serious all the time. Sometimes we worry about having a diet coke addiction and wax poetic about an all-purpose cleaner. Time just goes by. That works, too.
