My exciting Memorial Day weekend recap: on Saturday we rose bright and early to help Lachele with her relocation efforts. I enjoyed meeting her mom, who is very sweet and friendly. The move itself went well: I didn’t break anything, drop any computer equipment, step on her dog or otherwise test the limits of our friendship. Also enjoyable was spending some time with Anthony, showing him my watch. It delighted me each time he pointed and spoke; yes, I’m very immature.
On Sunday, I watched the Indy 500. I expected Tony Kanaan to win or perhaps Helio Castroneves, but it was Dan Wheldon. I have no vested interest in any particular driver but I love to watch the race, savoring the traditions and the excitement that, for me, herald the true beginning of summer. After the race, I promptly fell asleep on the couch and woke only when Alan prodded me to get off the couch and go to bed. It wasn’t the moving activity that tired me, but I’d slept very badly Friday and Saturday evenings. It didn’t matter because Alan wasn’t up to doing much of anything Sunday either; his back was aching from all the heavy lifting.
Monday we had some fun: went for lunch at our favorite Mexican eatery, prowled around Border’s for a while and then went to Yankee Candle, where he bought me a giant bouquet of fresh-cut roses candles. I found two of the “childhood books” I’d wanted, but the 3 others that aren’t out of print would have to be ordered. I had kind of an odd experience at the restaurant, running into this former friend that I wish would let our friendship die a dignified death. Instead, she calls continually and doesn’t realize that 5,462 unreturned phone calls might signify something. She hasn’t done anything evil to me, or I’d confront her, tell her off and ask her to lose my number. Rather, she’s changed in a couple of significant ways and, while those changes are fine with her/for her and absolutely her personal choice to make, I’m uncomfortable being friends with the person she’s changed into.
Anyway, back to my childhood books search: I did a big order at Amazon, finding everything on my list as used copies for only $2 - $3 each, but then I deleted the order when I saw the total. Shipping was as much as the books. I understand that people can’t give it away and these were coming not from Amazon itself but a variety of different sellers - still, $40 for books and $35 for shipping wasn’t something I could swallow. Perverse of me, I know, that psychologically it irked me to see $2.95 for the book and $7.00 shipping, even though I’d have been okay with buying the book for $10. I wouldn’t have minded paying more for the books themselves but it bothered me that so much of the price was getting them here. I’ll probably cave eventually, who am I kidding?
This morning there was all sorts of construction, banging, electric saws, etc. going on outside my door. I tolerated it until The Boss arrived but it got on his nerves, so he ordered me to Dailey’s for a long, working lunch. He made me eat beer-batter-fried shrimp, onion rings and dessert. He’s mean that way.
MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
On Sunday, I watched the Indy 500. I expected Tony Kanaan to win or perhaps Helio Castroneves, but it was Dan Wheldon. I have no vested interest in any particular driver but I love to watch the race, savoring the traditions and the excitement that, for me, herald the true beginning of summer. After the race, I promptly fell asleep on the couch and woke only when Alan prodded me to get off the couch and go to bed. It wasn’t the moving activity that tired me, but I’d slept very badly Friday and Saturday evenings. It didn’t matter because Alan wasn’t up to doing much of anything Sunday either; his back was aching from all the heavy lifting.
Monday we had some fun: went for lunch at our favorite Mexican eatery, prowled around Border’s for a while and then went to Yankee Candle, where he bought me a giant bouquet of fresh-cut roses candles. I found two of the “childhood books” I’d wanted, but the 3 others that aren’t out of print would have to be ordered. I had kind of an odd experience at the restaurant, running into this former friend that I wish would let our friendship die a dignified death. Instead, she calls continually and doesn’t realize that 5,462 unreturned phone calls might signify something. She hasn’t done anything evil to me, or I’d confront her, tell her off and ask her to lose my number. Rather, she’s changed in a couple of significant ways and, while those changes are fine with her/for her and absolutely her personal choice to make, I’m uncomfortable being friends with the person she’s changed into.
Anyway, back to my childhood books search: I did a big order at Amazon, finding everything on my list as used copies for only $2 - $3 each, but then I deleted the order when I saw the total. Shipping was as much as the books. I understand that people can’t give it away and these were coming not from Amazon itself but a variety of different sellers - still, $40 for books and $35 for shipping wasn’t something I could swallow. Perverse of me, I know, that psychologically it irked me to see $2.95 for the book and $7.00 shipping, even though I’d have been okay with buying the book for $10. I wouldn’t have minded paying more for the books themselves but it bothered me that so much of the price was getting them here. I’ll probably cave eventually, who am I kidding?
This morning there was all sorts of construction, banging, electric saws, etc. going on outside my door. I tolerated it until The Boss arrived but it got on his nerves, so he ordered me to Dailey’s for a long, working lunch. He made me eat beer-batter-fried shrimp, onion rings and dessert. He’s mean that way.
MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
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I wish I could get your books for you. Email me, when you can, the list and I'll check at the TradeaBook.
That monster of a man! How CAN you continue to work for someone who'll treat you like that!
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