June 7, 2007
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I spent yesterday with the oldest. She dyed my hair and did my nails and make-up. Then she insisted on picking out something for me to wear. That always makes me nervous but I end up looking great, mixing and matching things I never would have thought of. My recorder class, as part of the school’s concert, performed last night. The two oldest came with their boyfriends but stayed just long enough to hear me play. It was fun, and they got to meet my new friend — Um, I’ll call her CC. She’s the one I went dancing with that time. We have lots in common and it’s great to have someone single to hang out with.
That was yesterday, though. Today I lost even more money and am feeling very discouraged. It’s cold enough that I turned the heat back on. It’s grey and raining and I had hot chocolate for dinner which made me feel like shit. My body hates that much sugar. I always put too many marshmellows on top.
My Spanish group met today, and he was all cleaned up and very assertive. I’ll call him Jack. Geez, I hope I can keep all these phony names straight. I remarked about the huge drop in the dow and he countered “You should have bought puts.” So now he’s savvy about the market, too. I gave him a surprised look, which he ignored. His English was just about perfect, too, with much less accent. Even his Spanish pronunciation was 80% better. He admitted today he had taken Spanish before. I am dying to call the other gal to see what she has to say about the way he was acting, like he knew everything. He had expensive clothes on, too, which I hadn’t seen before. I guess some of his shirts are, come to think of it.
I managed to piss him off by laughing at the way he wrinkled his nose again. This time it was over the coffee and more subtle, like a discerning chef at the excess of nutmeg in a white sauce. I loved it but I enjoyed it in a way that made him feel bad. Maybe I should call him.
Comments (13)
I read of jack and I get some weird vibes. he is so interesting but is something strict about him that makes me smile to know you are around him sort of poking him in a good natured way.
My heart goes out to you with the stocks and I can only hope it gets better. it seems as if you are riding out a storm and I have no preserver to hand you. I wish I did.
The wrinkling of the nose brought back unpleasant memories of the ex, who always wrinkled his nose as dinner was served. He always said he wasn’t aware and didn’t mean anything, yet it was still annoying and he couldn’t seem to control it. RYC: I am busy, but more just rethinking this kind of blog. Good luck with the stocks.
Do not worry too much, the stock market will come back, if you are betting on Asian currency:)
Working the stock market is gambling, right? every gambler has bad streaks. This week, this summer, might be rough unless something shifts dramatically in the US economy, but it will come back up, it always seems to.
Turn this guy into a villain in a story. It will fill the grey day.
You’ve got to be the most honest writer on Xanga. We follow your moods, cycles of interest, money, stocks, dogs, food, sex and ex’s like a roller coaster ride that never ends. You are the best of the best in my eyes…love you Pru..marilyn
you and me and our laughing at things that piss others off…so good! and i laughed at your attempt at the message. why are we so blocked?
Guess you’re still stockmarketing it…funeral plots and casket companies are the wave of the future
…recorder class…spanish lessons…belly dancing…stock market…mydogschesapeake…the word vibrant comes to mind…
ryc: I am 38. And I just had my last child 20 months ago.
Relationships…never as straightforward as they ought to be, somehow.
I think you should just decide that no matter how the market’s doing, you are going to feel good. You shouldn’t let a few numbers (yes, I know it’s more than a few…) define how you feel. I have a boss who can be very pissy and critical, when she wants to, and she can get under my skin in a heartbeat…but only if I let her. I decided I wasn’t going to give her the power to decide how I feel about my self, my work, my ANYTHING! She doesn’t deserve that much power in MY life, anyway.
I like this post. Hot chocolate always makes me feel crappy, later, too, but I drink it anyway.
I love you, Pru…GFW
thanks for your comment, nice to hear you’ve had similar feelings! This whole new world is a strange place to navigate and relationships here are another level of human development to explore.