Friday night Cindy took me out to dinner and then we came back here and sang and played. I had given Paul a heads’ up that we were inbound and he was waiting for us. We sang and played until midnight. Katie poked her head in for part of it and insisted her pop play Ramboing. Yeah.
Yesterday I did NOTHING except run the dishwasher, watch a couple of episodes of Rome, run Katie in to work and a small amount of shopping. Oh, and I made tea dyed cotton gloves and got steampunk findings as part of my hat making plans. Today, church, feeding Sue some lunch after church, and then an afternoon of real chores, as I’ve already had my day of rest. Right now I’m going to work on songs.
The guy with whom I had “My worst ever coffee date” attempted to contact me again. The excuse was that he enjoyed talking to me. (He was fine on the phone and, uh, how shall I put it, how about enthusiastic and inconsiderate, and in legal terms, assaultive, in person. In public. I had to lie like a cheap rug to escape from his company.) I thanked him for the sentiment and said, it wasn’t going to happen. The response was happy holidays and ‘can’t blame me for trying lol’. Honestly. Now that I have a little distance I’m forcing myself to see it as yet more horrifying evidence that dating over 50 is hazardous to your health. I whined to one of my coworkers afterwards (LTGW) and he fixed me with his unblinking stare and told me that he was sorry to hear I had such a horrific experience but that I need to ask more intelligent questions prior to dates. After that conversation – which was very helpful – I swore a mighty oath to find more productive uses for my time than trying to date. After all, I’ve got a concert to practice for.
