Lunch: A lot of wonderful food, but slightly too much of it, at one of those really good buffet places.
Dinner: Glass of red wine to help wash down the shame of lunch
I am doing this differently today. Since I am not doing anything useful, I thought that I would write this in segments, as drafts are allowed here. That is one of the things I most like about Google. Whatever the product, you can always save in draft form.
So, anyway, I am just about to get ready to take one of my ss women to lunch. I have limited these excursions to three hours, but she drags them out for at least an additional hour, which is still much better than the usual six to twelve hours she prefers. I feel exceptionally mean about making these time restrictions. She has only one other friend. That friend is often cross and impatient with her, but if you have only just the two friends and one of them (me) has other things scheduled during the week, the one that is left is still your only other friend.
Now, with this time thing, I am going to be one of her cross and impatient friends, too, I guess. I do not want to be that kind of friend. It sucks to be that kind of friend. But, I have to be, otherwise I would never have any time for myself. This friend, today's friend, would prefer that I pick her up and take her places two or three times a week, not for appointments or anything, but just for social contact. If I were not responsible for three other people just like her, I might be willing to do that. But, I cannot, I simply cannot do all of that. I can squeeze three such visits/trips into a week, but they cannot be all for one person.
Besides, none of the four people for whom I do this is willing to just go to the park and sit or take a lunch from home. They are not interested in going to a mall or some other public place and just sitting and talking. They all want to eat out and go shopping. They can afford it, I cannot. What they cannot do is to drive themselves. For that they need me. Well, I hope that they need and want me for more than that, but the truth is that I am not sure that it is for anything more than the driving aspect. Even if that is so, I can still do this with one of them during the week. Whilst I can often manage to avoid spending anything when they shop, it is nearly impossible to avoid having to fork out money at a restaurant, and it is absolutely impossible for me to take food from home along. I try to eat before I leave to fetch them so that I will not arrive someplace and be ravenous, and then find the least expensive thing on the menu, but it still adds up.
I have no idea where she wants to go today. She want to surprise me. Yeah, she is sweet like that and looks to make these outings fun for me, too. She buys a coupon book every year from some non-profit organization and likes to use those things to try new restaurants. One of them, last month, was a hour and a half drive away, but it turned out to be one of the best places we have ever been.
Off to have fun!
It is official. I totally suck at having a backbone. I do and it is time that I just gave in and admitted it. No freaking backbone, and to illustrate how that is, today's three hour lunch just ended at seven and a half hours. It included a trip to a medium box store, where I found heirloom Roma tomatoes and a Black Krim. Both are strong and sturdy and double-stemmed plants and are in the ground and awaiting a nice, deep watering in the morning. Yeah, even people without backbones know not to water this close to nighttime.
As for the three hour limit on taking someone out, I really do give up. I will save it for the times when I really cannot afford a minute more, as well as limiting these excursions to once every other week.
So, I am wondering what the friendship of some of the people in my life means and where those relationships are going, if they are going anywhere. The one who screwed me over is pretty much history. We will still have to see each other at the gallery, but the connection is severed, at least on my end. Frankly, if he could treat me like he did, there never existed any kind of relationship between us. All in all, no loss for him and only some residual sadness for me.
And, today's friend, the older woman that I take places, well, what is that all about anyway. I have to decided if I really am her friend and how I am going to accept who she is and just get the hell over myself. I can do that.
Today's GP is an angel, just in case you cannot figure out what it is.
|Yes, this really is an angel!|