Tammy and I walked to Horizons from my apartment this morning. She’s in better shape than I am, as far as I can tell. I became more acquainted with the trails around here as well as getting some exercise. I didn’t exactly stick a gun in her ribs when we got there (ambling around rose gardens and taking pictures of roses was more my speed) but we hung about until the doors opened on the restaurant and I warmly encouraged her to feed me, which she did. Consider the meal rhapsodized about. Then we walked home. This time I chose, much to our satisfaction, a more level route.
She’s gone off to a family dinner and now I’m going to go back to an exciting evening of staring off into space, giggling vacantly, and folding laundry. (Doesn’t that sound bizarre? none of it’s true except the laundry.)
Tonight I did something I very rarely do. I watched a movie, by myself, all the way through.
I watched Just Like Heaven, with Reese Witherspoon and Mark Ruffalo, and I have to say I enjoyed it. I told a friend on the phone, “If you’re a straight guy, you should only watch this movie if you think it will give you better odds of getting laid. Otherwise, you should dodge this movie like a bad karate chop.”
My god, I watched a date movie all the way through and liked it. I’ll be wearing a tinfoil hat before this phase of my life is through, she opined gloomily.
Tammy and I poked around the campus yesterday, in between light showers of rain. Nothing was open, and there were very few people around.
I had no idea the public art up on the campus was so hideous. I’d post pics, but nobody would thank me. Tammy cooked a wonderful dinner.
Mike was over briefly – I gave him his prezzie – and then he left again without taking it with him. Oh well, he’ll have to come back for it.
I am having a lovely vacation.
Bonnie called yesterday and we had a very nice earflapping; she’s seen HORDES of relatives. She wryly commented that this was a good vacation not to take her spouse on; I bet he was happy to be left behind.