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September 02, 2000
On the road...
I'm in Vermont for the long weekend, visiting my mom. Say hi to Mom, everyone! It's always relaxing -- two dogs and two cats to play with, and my brother lives right next door. At the moment, I'm sitting here in my pajamas, drinking coffee and mulling over the idea of actually taking a shower. I suppose I really should, since Katia and her boyfriend will be here later this afternoon, to spend the night and go to the Vermont State Fair with us. (Cheesy midway rides, rigged games, livestock and fried dough, woooo!)
My trip here was irritating, as usual. I left for the bus station late, which means I forgot to leave the rent check for Beth (sorry, Beth...) and probably forgot to pack a few things I'll need. I realized, as I was packing, that the one pair of comfortable shorts I own is disgustingly filthy, and so could not be brought with me. Mom and I spent yesterday evening wandering around the mall looking for a pair of shorts for me -- I couldn't find any that fit, which sent me into a deep blue funk. I finally bought a pair of jeans, which I'll cut off into shorts if I ever get my butt into the shower.
My mom is making stuffed animals talk to me. Long story. Don't ask.
Once I actually got out of my apartment and onto the oppressively-hot T bus, I got stuck sitting wedged between an old guy who fidgeted and elbowed me in the ribs every three seconds or so, and a weird-looking guy who kept singing bits of "What's New, Pussycat" into my ear. When I shifted in my seat to grab my bag at the T station, Oldy McElbows bellowed "Excuse me, miss!" into my ear -- apparently I brushed against him. I refrained from telling him that, since my kidney is probably terminally bruised from his flailing around in the seat, he had no room to complain. Rushed onto the train, to South Station, then rushed to the Greyhound ticket area, grabbed a cheeseburger for lunch, then rushed off to the bus. Switched seats after the woman in front of me asked if I minded if she reclined her seat -- I said yes, I did, because the seats are pretty cramped for anyone over 5'2". She said okay, then reclined the seat onto my kneecaps anyway. The seat I moved to ended up being a row or two ahead of a woman with two very rowdy kids, one of which kept climbing into the seat behind me and alternately kicking my seat and hanging from the back of it, using my hair for leverage. Luckily, someone eventually wanted to sit there, so the hyper kid had to move.
It was unbelievably humid and warm here last night, so running errands was just plain miserable. By the time we got home, I was sweaty, my shoes had rubbed blisters on my feet, and I was in the throes of raging PMS. (Too much information? Sorry...) It's nicer out today -- Mom wants to go yard saling for a while, then Katia should be here -- I'm terribly excited about meeting her, since we have been email friends for quite some time. She was one of the nicest people during the whole divorce thing, and we have never actually met in person. Of course, I'm nervous, too -- what if she meets me, and finds me annoying in person? What if she finds that she doesn't like me after all? Fret... I'm sure it will be fine. And now I must go shower, I'm starting to disgust myself.
Posted by Mary Ellen at September 2, 2000 04:28 PM