This is another one of those days. I really have to start writing things down, as everything is running together. I keep a calendar on my iPhone but things keep changing daily, if I remember to add or change things I'm fine, if not I'm lost
I bought eight backpacks at Walgreen's today for the "motel kids." These are children that don't have homes and move with their parents from motel to motel. Some of them have never been inside of a house. It is such a sad state of affairs out there in the real world. When you live in an upscale neighborhood it really isolates you to the plight of so many people.
Also, with all the other things going on, decorating for functions, buying supplies etc, I've been running around all day.
I stopped to see a friend of mine that was in re-hab and had a nice visit with her. I sympathize with her, as she had knee surgery. Been there done that. Big Ouch!!
On the man front. The man I saw the other night, that looks like Desi, texted me just as I was falling asleep, to tell me he was happy to have met me and was very interested in seeing how things progressed between us. He ended by saying, "have sweet dreams." Since I was almost asleep I was not amused. Of course I could have turned off the ringer on the phone. I still haven't decided if I want to see him again.
I sent a text to Desi this morning asking if he actually was coming back into the State on Thursday night and were we going out on Friday as we planned, or was he going to cancel? I got a text back immediately saying "no he wasn't cancelling." So, I guess that means he is actually showing up. I wasn't going text him but I want to arrange my weekend so I thought I better find out. Desi said he would call me tonight and it was beyond hot were he was working.
Also touched base with a girl I used to model with years ago. We hadn't talked for a long time and we decided we needed to get together to have lunch soon.
So I'm off to make some sense of what I'm doing and make lists of things that need to be done.
Going as fast as I can.
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