We're finally getting true spring (almost summer) weather for more than two days in a row. My dogs are about to OD on fresh air unless they first collapse from sniffing the perimeter of the deck all day long. And I mean all day. I love having the windows open, feeling fresh air. I'd feel better if I got more accomplished, but there will be rainy weekend for that.
Our Senior High put on their musical this weekend. Jose and I went on Saturday to see Footloose and had such a fun night. It was such a great production and I love seeing kids that have grown so much in such a short time. Awkward seventh and eighth graders turn into real people after they leave the junior high. And who doesn't love some nostalgia.
Before the play, I went through my closet to sort out what could be donated and what I could wear. That meant trying almost everything on. I made the mistake of asking Jose to help me. It was comical how we kept having the same conversation. "Is this too big?' He'd tell me it was too casual to wear to school, or it depended on what top I wore with it, or I could wear it to do yard work or could wear it around the house. "OK, but does it look to baggy to wear in front of other people?" Most times the answer was yes, but only after great debate. Then he was giving me advice on keeping some things that were one size bigger, in case I needed them later. I wasn't about to tell me that's not how women work. Pants that don't fit are the best motivation for dieting. And I got rid of all the clothes from years ago that were too small at the time. The reasons are that I knew that if I lost enough weight to fit into them they would be out of style, and more importantly, I deserved new clothes. That's my plan for tomorrow.
As we got ready to head to the high school for the play, I was putting on make up and Jose was changing his clothes. We're chatting about the hockey game, and general things that I can't even remember right now. Probably the dogs. Out of nowhere, he asks if I've thought about what would happen if things would progress between us. Whoa. I knew what he was really asking. Who is moving? Keep in mind, I'm trying to find earrings that match and make sure that I grab the two bronze shoes with heels and buckles, as opposed to the ones that are almost exactly the same except they are black with no buckles. Or the ones that are brown with no buckles. So I dodge this by saying, I have thought about it. And I keep searching for shoes. The conversation continues. At this point, I'm not sure who asked the next question. I tell him I've thought about it and thought about what it would be like to commute. He had a chance to say he's thought about it too. While I'm sure there is some literary term to describe the suspense building, waiting to hear his plans or my views on this important topic. But remember, I'm still digging in my closet for matching shoes. So I suggest that we finish this conversation when we have more time and when I don't have my head in a closet. I'm not sure how to finish that conversation. As I've driven to his house and back, I've imagined what it might be like to commute. It's a full hour. The worse part seems to be the intersection of 222 and 30. Well, really, the worst part would be leaving my house at 6 AM. In. The. Morning. Do you know what time I'd have to get up in the morning? I'd have to be a morning person. Or I'd need a bigger travel mug for coffee. Yes, that is a much more reasonable option. So is that scary for a girl to mention? That I've thought about moving into his house after two and a half months? I wish he had a blog I could stalk. That would make this so much easier.
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