A few years ago, my friend Maria asked me to do a boudoir photo shoot so that she could print one of my pictures and give it to her husband as an anniversary gift. In a way, this is my favorite shot, as shows a vulnerable side she rarely shows to people. Of course, the picture shows that I am an amateur photographer, as no one should be consciously aware of how a scene is lit.
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Today, Maria and I finally had the chance to meet for a few minutes in person. I needed her to notarize my signature on a form I need to send in, so that I can claim my share of the funds in my late father's IRA. So we scheduled an after work get together at a McDonald's near her house.
As usual, my work day was 8 hours of electronic "Whack-a-Mole", Luckily, I had a good sleep the night before, and was able to get through the day without falling asleep at my desk too often. This is a job that I go to for two reasons only: (1) Money and (2) Something to occupy my time during the day. Do I enjoy the job? Not really. But I don't hate it either. I should have looked for a part time job, so that I'd have more time in my life to schedule and do the things I want to do.
Luckily, I get out at 4:30, and can beat rush hour choke points on the way home, and on my way up North. That is what I did, making it to Fishkill an hour before Maria and I were supposed to meet. So I went shopping at the local Walmart to kill time, then I drove to the McDonald's to meet Maria.
This turned out to be a very quick meeting with Maria. It was freezing outside, and we both had other things to do. Her notary stamp was giving her trouble, so she had to stamp the form twice. Hopefully, that won't be a problem when I send it in to the bank. At least, I'm all done for now.
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Afterwards, I went looking for a place where a food truck is going to be next week. Ever since I've heard of Cousins Maine Lobster before, and I wanted to try something from their food trucks. Every time one is nearby, I'm scheduled to be elsewhere. So I went to Hopewell, thinking that the truck was going to be there today. And I was surprised to find another food truck there. Since I was "in for a penny, in for a pound," I decided to try a grilled shrimp Po'Boy sandwich. The sandwich was so messy, that I figured that it would be best eaten at home. And 45 minutes later, that's just what I did. It was yummy. But the next time I order from this truck, I'll ask for a few less greens so that the sandwich is easier to eat.
On the way home, I talked with the woman who used to run a store I used to shop at. We were getting along fine, but something she said was a hint that she couldn't deal with the Marian side of me. Oh, well. I haven't put a few years' investment into this relationship, so I'll have little to be upset about if she reacts negatively to my reveal.
Once I finished eating, I decided to make reservations for the dinner I plan to have with FH tomorrow. She deserves to go to a nice place once in a while, and I'm glad I can take her there tomorrow. FH may not be the one for me in the long term, but I like her - and that's what counts.
