Confessions of a One-Track Mind

The fireworks on the beach were lots of fun. It was supposed to start at 9---it was late---but despite the plethora of electric lights up and down A1A warning that unsanctioned fireworks on the beach could cost a massive fine, there was plenty of amateur activity.

I hung out with T and his brother L---S was out of it---and we watched and schmoozed. S's decline was one topic for discussion---we agree that unless she pulls herself out of it, she probably isn't going to last more than another couple years, if that. I've known her for 25+ years, and I've seen her go to extremes, but this? She's the only one who can save herself, but she's let go and is drifting.

I left the guys to it sometime around 10. Drove back, still plenty of pyrotechnic activity going on alongside the causeways. Stopped by my local WalMart for a couple things and bumped into someone I haven't seen in quite a while---a mutual friends of ours, missybrat---you'll know who I mean when I say he's doing the same thing there that he was when he worked around the corner at WinnDixie. Was much pleased when he said how good I looked---was wearing a tan top with black and white print, brown capris---nothing special---but he commented that I'd lost quite a lot of weight. Considering that when he last saw me I was still with HWSNBN and I weighed around 393, er, yeah. I mentioned this and named numbers, which seemed to surprise him, but they're only numbers---I roll my eyes when I see one of those tabloid covers picking on someone who WEIGHS 200 POUNDS!!. Oh, please. I haven't weighed that since the second Nixon administration!

All was well until I walked up to my front door and saw the dreaded pink tag: My water's been cut off. This is unfortunate, since I seriously need a shower before church tomorrow. Luckily, Kat invited me to come stay with her before I departed with the C's. She took pity because of my lack of a/c, but that plus lack of water? I intend to set an alarm for Very Early tomorrow and see if I can zoom through her shower and still make it to church.

It looks like the coming paycheck is half gone already. Yikes, what a life! But all things considered, I'd rather be me than S.

Last night, work was fairly quiet. The drive home was uneventful. I went to bed early-ish (before 3 AM), slept til 10, and still feel dragged out. Bleh. I'm glad tomorrow's Sunday. I'm not even going to set an alarm. If I sleep through church, so be it.

Yesterday's mail was enlivened by an amusing postcard from dine---she's obviously noticed my penchant for soap opera---not that I actually WATCH soaps, I hasten to add---but observing drama in action stirs up all kinds of plot bunnies. I wish I had a scanner, but I'll try to describe it:

It's a cover of DC Comics Girls' Love Stories #157 (price, 15 cents)---published in February, 1971, according to the blurb on the back.

Banner: Can a girl be faithful when she has...One Husband But Two Loves?

Picture: Distinguished Older Gentleman (so designated by silvering temples) is carrying his Young Bride over the threshold, into a room where Virile Cowboy lounges against a table.

Virile Cowboy: So this is my new stepmother! Welcome home, Mom!

Young Bride (looking shocked): Jeremy!

Heh heh heh. Not that I NEED any more bunnies, but it's definitely up my alley in terms of melodrama. Thanks, Dine!

I think I'm going to take a short nap before I get ready for work....