Close the damn door. Or is it, When one door closes open the damn door. Anyhow I stumbled into a revolving door. The guy that dumped me contacted me and asked if I wanted to meet him for a drink. Weirdos have been coming out of the woodwork leaving messages for me on plenty of fish. The one I am glad that got away has been making me thankful after he posts his whining for random stuff on fb. With this and more swirling in my head as I was driving to trivia night, tears started to fall. I realized I have made bad choices in the past and I am not much better at making them now. I am a bad combo of naive, suspicious, and impatient.
Despite my philosophical drive, I had a good time at trivia. I laughed, I contributed, I lingered and was the last of my group out. I wish the good times could last longer. I wish I knew how to make it so. I don’t know my superpower. I had to stop and buy toothpaste on the way home. I also picked up a 6 pack of snack sized candy bars. It was my full intention to eat them all at once. I only had three and think I will leave the rest for the future. It might be the middle of the night or the middle of next weekend.
In other news, I picked up some dog food and picked up the book at the library for my next book club meeting. I brought in the laundry left on the line overnight. I did not water my garden. I had a needy pit bull when I got home and did not have the heart to leave her one more time today. She even knocked over my computer monitor trying to get my attention. I don’t think I am going anywhere tomorrow.