Last night, I sent a long delayed response to someone who was expecting an almost immediate response from me. There was one big reason I didn't immediately respond - I needed to figure out what I want to say, as the elephant in this person's room was not an elephant in my room. (Sorry to keep the details secret. I just don't want to alienate this person in case she reads my blog.)
This person probably did not want me to feel hurt, when she revealed this something. But I had long since let go of that part of our past. So, I had to delay my response. Since there was another person involved, I had to make sure that any comments about this other person were on spot and well deserved. I don't know how many more conversations I'll have with the first person, but both of us will be talking about our present lives, and not our past lives.
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Now back to me....
You may have noticed me writing about a favorite food truck (Cousins Maine Lobster) that circulates all over NYC and its nearby NYS suburbs. Today, the truck was within 5 minutes of my house, so I planned to drive there after work. My first stop was to drop off two bags to the thrift shop. Instead of getting an electronic receipt, as I did in the past, I received a card which I could fill in myself. This is not as good as I'd like, as I could print my copy on standard letter paper. However, it does allow me to enter whatever quantity of donation bags I want. So, everything balances out in the end.
And then it was off for some lobster. Given that the truck was positioned on the site of a church's fair, the parking was horrendous. However, getting my lobster was quicker than usual, as they had lots of food ready for quick sale. From the time I parked my car to the time I returned to it, 10 minutes had expired, and I had a 10 minute drive to get home. You can guess what was the first thing I did after stripping off my dress and taking off my bra. Luckily, I had nothing else to do this evening.....
