Alone

Oh man. I loved your comments about C-sections and parenthood and the compliments made me cry, although really, you do know me, in a way, but you don’t know how much I fart or how awful I am with remembering people’s birthdays! I AM SO BEHIND ON GIFTS. HOWEVER AM I GOING TO BE A MOTHER?

The day was also helped by the fact that I saw a place I loved which, even if we don’t take it, restored my faith in house-hunting, that perhaps we won’t be screwed and homeless and living somewhere without working toilets after all. Plus, a local friend gave me a lead on a gorgeous place nearby, so yes, perhaps we WILL be okay. Maybe.

I also went to Harrington’s for lunch. Do you know Harrington’s and their miraculous hams? I’m not a huge ham person, but these are really great hams, and their cheese is quite good also. I’m a bit of a fanatic, and everyone who comes to visit is hauled to one of their locations and forced to take home a ham and hey, they do a catalog business and wow, I sound like a HARRINGTON’S LACKEY, don’t I? Also, if you type ‘ham’ enough it looks like the absurdly ridiculous word that it is. Say it with me: HAM. Ahem, anyway, I ate an ENTIRE SANDWICH (not made of ham), which is a first for me, and purchased a ham (a wee size only available in stores) for dinner tonight and my God, I ate that too, along with some scalloped potatoes. It’s a MIRACLE. Also, perhaps not the most appropriate meal for uh, Rosh Hashanah (ham and cheese?), but delicious nonetheless.

By the way, one of my favorite things to do is to have lunch by myself. I don’t know about dinner, as I’ve never done a full dinner alone, and any time the opportunity’s presented itself, I’ve chosen to get room service and stare blankly at the television for hours on end. I’ve never understood the whole, “Can you eat alone in a restaurant?” thing, because I’ve always found it very soothing. This may be because I don’t mind being alone at all, anywhere — I prefer to shop alone, and if I’m with a lot of people for too long I start going nuts, because OH MY GOD I NEED TWENTY MINUTES BY MYSELF. I also may be hermit-like and odd, I … I don’t know.

Also, the other day I mentioned that my nails are quite robust, but what I didn’t mention is that I’ve suddenly become one of those women who treats them like PETS and files them every night, making sure they’re happy in their newfound glory. And to think, it was only a year ago that I thought any nails beyond the quick were disgusting. (I still think that, I mean, if you’re not going to clean them obsessively. No one wants to think about the potential for bacteria under there, least of a all a pregnant lady with a weak disposition. GRAH.)

And finally if, like me, you’re a Simon Pegg fan (and who didn’t like Hot Fuzz?) might I recommend that you either adjust your expectations and/or skip Run, Fatboy, Run entirely? I don’t mean to discount David Schwimmer’s directorial skills, but the whole thing sort of made sense for me once I realized that he’d directed it. It was LAME. VERY LAME. And not at all up to Pegg’s usual hilarious standards. Very sad.

Happy Wednesday!

*Heart. I LOVE Heart.

26 comments September 30th, 2008