June 23, 2006

Celebrating my last day of freedom

On Monday I start my new job. This has a been a week filled with cleaning, shopping, completing my photography class portfolio, shopping, cooking, and shopping. I thought I’d play all week, have lunches with friends, hang out at the pool and finish the book I’m reading. But there was no time. And today, the Summer of Catheroo ends.

Right now the washing machine is spinning my sheets, and I just ironed my duvet cover. Yes, I ironed it. No, I am not a crazy neat freak. I just want the purple and grey duvet cover to look its best so that when Matte sees that I replaced his blue one, he’ll be so astounded at the Martha Stewart-esque presentation, he won’t mind the switch.

I am baking chocolate chip cookies for our open house Sunday because we ate the batch I made a couple of days ago. Yes, they are that good. Even before they hit the oven.

And I am drinking sangria. I have to practice Ali’s recipe before I offer the nectar of the gods it to Sunday’s guests, don’t I?

Blast from the past

Yesterday in the mail, I received a card from someone I knew long ago. Oh my gosh, was he adorable back then, and he was quite enamored of me as well. In fact, he asked me to marry him on more than one occasion. He wasn’t working at the time, and was still tyring to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He had very high aspirations. He was considering becoming a firefighter or perhaps a scientist or doctor, I can’t really remember. Looking back, it was best for both of us not to jump into marriage and although I was flattered to be asked, I just couldn’t accept.

Over time I became very close to his family, and with my family out in California, his family quickly “adopted” me, and I become part of their large brood. His mother even got me a job at the University of Kentucky.

Although many miles separate us today, I look back on that time with fondness and cherish the memories we created. I’ve visited Lexington since moving back to California, but the last time I was there, I didn’t get a chance to meet up with him or his family. My visit was too short.

The card he sent was to thank me for the gift I sent him last week. He graduated from high school in May.

Holy crap, do I feel old.