Obama
You might have noticed that I'm not really into the political blogging, but Dirk does rub off on me at times (his skin is quite flaky), and so I'll just note that I'm very happy to have Obama in office today.
One might be interested to know that Dirk and I once listed all the ways we have changed each other and it looks like he's changed me way more than I've changed him. How is that even possible? I do not know. Mostly he has expanded my TV-series watching, and I forget the rest.
I forgot that a woman was coming by this morning to pick up the moving boxes. When the doorbell rang, I assumed it was just the UPS guy and he would immediately go away. Answering the door in my turquoise polka-dotted robe with flannel pajamas, no bra and bead-head is low on my list of "want-to-do's." But I peeked quickly and saw it was a person with real intention ringing my bell and upon opening the door learned that she was there for my boxes. I helped her load them up, which meant a neighbor driving by spotted me. (Not just any neighbor, but the one across the street, who I have intentions of meeting soon.) My brain quickly dug up a very ancient warning from my mother that one should not be the lady who lets the neighbors see her in her bathrobe. Oops.
I can only thank my mother for the endless deposits of warnings and shamings she managed to indoctrinate me with over the years. I could create an impressive list of rules mandating how one's life should and should not be lived a-la mother style. :)
One might be interested to know that Dirk and I once listed all the ways we have changed each other and it looks like he's changed me way more than I've changed him. How is that even possible? I do not know. Mostly he has expanded my TV-series watching, and I forget the rest.
I forgot that a woman was coming by this morning to pick up the moving boxes. When the doorbell rang, I assumed it was just the UPS guy and he would immediately go away. Answering the door in my turquoise polka-dotted robe with flannel pajamas, no bra and bead-head is low on my list of "want-to-do's." But I peeked quickly and saw it was a person with real intention ringing my bell and upon opening the door learned that she was there for my boxes. I helped her load them up, which meant a neighbor driving by spotted me. (Not just any neighbor, but the one across the street, who I have intentions of meeting soon.) My brain quickly dug up a very ancient warning from my mother that one should not be the lady who lets the neighbors see her in her bathrobe. Oops.
I can only thank my mother for the endless deposits of warnings and shamings she managed to indoctrinate me with over the years. I could create an impressive list of rules mandating how one's life should and should not be lived a-la mother style. :)

