Monday, May 25, 2009

...and then there was sun...

On Saturday we were out in the yard from 7:30 am and it was hot, the best day we've had this spring. I followed my personal tradition of renouncing sunscreen in the first sun of the year in order to tan some of my pasty Icelandic-English skin-- by 2:30 I was wearing a hat remembering the time in 7th grade my class went on a fieldtrip to a lake on the day of our elementary school graduation and I burned so badly (I mean so badly) that I was a virtual lobster.
It feels great to have our own yard. We rented houses for years but I never wanted to do more than the basics to fix it up, especially if we knew the landlords didn't give a crap about the house. Now we have our own and inherited a yard that had been as neglected as the house. We had a load of dirt brought in and we've planted the gardens and lots of perennials including a rosebush, hydrangeas and lilacs. I've also scattered the wildflower seeds-- that mix includes poppies, my absolute favourite.

After the day of sun we went for dinner with friends which was great, except for the flirty waiter. I was annoyed but part of the conversation we were having had to do with a story that J had told about a straight guy at her work having been completely offended and disgusted that a gay guy had tried to pick him up. J had said that she didn`t get it, why can`t someone just say ‘thanks but no thanks’ and let it be at that. She`s right, of course. Anyone finding you attractive should be great... this waiter, though, deserved a swift stab with a fork from under the table for calling me, ahem, “lil’ lady”, “miss”, and “lil’ miss”, all within a 3 hour period. First of all, gay or not, I’m 27 and it turns out I actually look it because I don’t get ID’ed anymore, so don’t call me “little”, and don’t ever call me “miss”. So then when we were ready to go and he asked how we wanted the bills split he had a hard time understanding. He said, “so split it across like this” (motioning toward me and one of our guy friends, and then to J and our other guy friend, assuming that we were on dates, I guess) and I said, “no, like this” (motioning toward J and I and then the second bill for the two guys). “Like this?” he asked, making the same motions I had, and I said, “yes.” The waiter missed a beat and then said, “Ok, ‘cause the way I have it now is split individually... so...” I said, “nope, split in two is perfect”. Is it that difficult? At least he didn’t come around then and pass the bill to J, which often happens because as you know, someone has to be the guy in the relationship. (insert gagging here).

And here we are at Monday morning, day one of my week off. It’s crazy working in a place where I HAVE to take my days off, can’t just bank my vacation days. So I took this week because J’s dad arrives on Thursday and we’re rebuilding decks, laying some flooring and putting up a new gate. I thought I would get a bit of painting done before he gets here... I just have to get myself motivated to get out of my chair right now.... here we go....

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