Lefty Did It or Why I Love Costco
I think the title of this blaugh might indicate where I am at—fractured and a little happy.
Ron just left and he said, “I can’t wait until your fucking blog is over’. He is right, it is a bit of a romantic inhibitor, but he wasn’t staying over anyway because he is too busy and I am too busy…but the hope is one day soon we won’t be too mutually busy, just normally busy, which could result in seeing each other out of a work context.
But I have to say, despite the upcoming pressure for tomorrow, after a brief conversation with Ron from the gallery where I was installing, I flew home and threw together a little meal for us and he came over and we talked and it almost felt like dating. This is hot on the heels of an ongoing, business and next steps heavy conversation that Ron and I am in that has more to do about next well placed steps and smart logistics than romantic interludes.
This is all a way of saying that during a conversation this afternoon with Ron, by phone, after a self hating morning, I had the sense of humor, combined with vague insecurity, to ask him if we were in fact dating, or were we fast friends and work pals?
He lauged, and I laughed-just what I needed.
And the day went on. I have too many pressing projects, but they all are good, and my biggest impediment is myself, as always.
As far as CostCo goes I was there three times today to get my final set of photos – a story not worth telling. But is worth mentioning is my experience of CostCo—people love it, they are having a grand time. They are shopping and sampling free food, it is multiethnic, largly Asian, and lots, and lots of families. CostCo is a family outing, and in SF that can mean a lot.
Why do I love this gross, over the top consumer experience? Not quite sure, but all the folks there seem to be pretty happy, and it reminds me of something I had, or imagined I had when I was a kid.
And as far as Lefty, well since she can’t speak for herself, I can say she is an easy scapegoat. The light on the back porch was on, and I knew Laurie had left it on and I could have gotten it myself but I was feeling feisty on her first evening back after epileptic dog sitting and called down the hall for her to turn out the light…she responded from the length of the apartment, “Lefty did it”.
Perfect. Why else do we have dogs?
And then she went to the back porch and turned out the light.
And I need to report that I am typing with almost all my fingers without the brace…I love my physical therapist….
