Still Breathing

I’m still here. I haven’t dropped a brick on my foot or slapped anyone. I am just about able to convince myself that everything’s fine. The anxiety is still there, but at this point it seems so ridiculous I am able to make fun of it instead of take it seriously. MaybeI’ll name it, something like Rosie o’don…er…well..That would be mean.

Anyway, I downloaded an album from Amazon- Mike Oldfield’s latest called something something Spheres. Being more a visual sort, I can picture the cover art but not the name. It’s apparently downloaded, and I had it set to load it into iTunes so I could just, you know…sync it and there it is. Only it’s not. There’s a thing on my desktop that says it’s there, only it’s not. All I can listen to are the 30 second clips on the Amazon web page. how annoying. So my Major Project for today is to figure this out. I tried to get #2 Computer Geunis to help but he threw up his hands and pled ignorance. So, unless I get this worked out, which will be some kind of random act of clicking and cursing, I’ll probably bribe #1 with tasty food, or maybe get Sweet Daddio to help, because He Can Fix Anything.

I’m also going to get the sleeves sewn into the pink dress, and possibly get the skirt assembled. It’s a complicated skirt, with 16 pieces including 8 godets that will look ridiculous if not put in EXACTLY RIGHT. I do not know why I picked such a complicated pattern, it having been YEARS since I’ve sewn anything more than a patch on a jacket. But, I did, because it’s pretty and according to Clinton and Stacy it’s exactly the cut and style my particular *mature* figure shape requires for Youthful Beauty.
If I totally had my way style wise, I’d be wearing a Norman style back-laced dress with an 8 yard skirt and split sleeves. However, I don’t think Statesboro is ready for someone like me to be seen wearing something like that.

Did I tell you I was inadvertantly mooned by a woman at Walmart? She was wearing very low rise pants, and wasn’t built such that very low rise pants were, y’know, particularly flattering, and she bent over to clean the bottom of the Orange juice cooler and well, smiled at me from behind. Big ol’ grin, too. a solid 4 inches. No, I did not have the presence of mind to get out the phone and take a picture. It’s probably just as well. I was too busy being alarmed, then amused.

Maybe I’m feeling better because it’s Friday. There’s always the hope of the weekend. SD said if they could get the necessary production run today, he’d let everyone have off tomorrow (including himself!). He wasn’t wildly optimistic that would happen, but hopeful in that quiet SD sort of way. I would love that, if he had tomorrow off, because then we could linger over supper (chicken tacos) and maybe into the dark of the night on the patio, chatting and laughing and letting our hairs down. I love it when the kids join us, telling jokes and all, stories about something someone did or what so-and-so plans to do with his truck.

Do you do anything special on a Friday?