Friday, March 16, 2007

You need to move on.

You're really going to make me say this? O.K.
I know, I'm the one that began this relationship. I saw you and found you interesting. I began to know just where I could find you when I went out. I looked forward to seeing you-especially on weekends. I also know that even though you were pushing for it, I'm the one who decided to take our relationship to the next level. I don't know, maybe we moved too quickly into a commitment we weren't ready for? Maybe I just wanted it to work out so badly that I looked past your flaws? Finding little idiosyncrasies to be more endearing than annoying. I take full blame for that. I also take the blame for the length of our liaison. I had been thinking about getting out for a while. I guess I was hoping for a spontaneous improvement from you.You had so many good qualities. You were always punctual. I'm sorry. You know that. When I broke it off, I thought you understood. We made a clean break. I moved on and thought you would have, too.
That's why I was so surprised when you called me the other day.
I think I handled your call well. I was friendly, but, not too friendly. I let you know that there was no reason to call me again.
But, you did. Why did you call me again? A second and third time? It's sad really. So, Pantagraph I'm writing this in the hopes that you'll stop calling. I no longer want home delivery. I don't even pick up the Sunday edition when I'm out running errands. Please, lose my number.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Typing to keep from getting an impulsive and far too short hair cut.

The weather yesterday? In the 70's. 70. I wore shorts, and rode my bike, and took pictures of crocuses (croci?). Not all at the same time, mind you, but still, it was wonderful. I'm a permagrinning fool. I'm also a pasty fool. I guess it's time to break out the tan-in-a-can. Oh, to have melanin of my own......
How was your Tuesday?