Some years have themes.
This is the year of repairs.
The dripping shower... that was fine.
Then about 10 days later while I was in the middle of a shower, lather in the hair, soapy body, the water main in the street two street over burst. I smelled like coconut, but it was kind of nice. And most importantly, I was not mad, it was something that was not going to be my checkbook paying to fix. So when the water person said - we just send to crew, it might be 12-15 hours - I explained - I was the woman all soapy in the shower as that water trickled to nothing - but it's your problem and something I do not have to pay to fix- it's fine - I'm good.
Then the car battery was screwing up the car like it was a version of Linda Blair in the Exorcist. I have my mom's car as a spare car for just this reason - and it had a dead battery too. So I now have two new car batteries.
And the night I was talking to an old co-working asking him to measure car battery voltages - my next door neighbor got robbed - so did I happen to notice anything? Well, no, but sort of... nothing helpful... But I had been having a slight pity party for myself. Yeah, the cars were both dead, I'd need a ride - I'm tired of fixing things myself, miss having a man around at times... and then my neighbor shows up about 15 minutes later to tell me they were broken into to. Okay, pity party over, at least I was not robbed.
Then the gutters were clogged, and the gutter pulled away from my house in about an 8 foot section outside my bedroom window. So that had to be fixed - and gutters cleaned out, and I wanted extra hangers added, not one for one, but like adding better bra supports - I wanted that gutter to stay up there. And I looked into gutter covers to stop the gutters from clogging. But they said - if you are getting a new roof - you need to do that first. Roof guys do not care about gutter covers and will destroy them - so roof first, then gutter covers.
So I did gutter rehanging - and cleaning and extra support. And I tipped that guy $20, which I told him was probably a rare thing for women to tip the gutter guy - but I know and had told him - that I was sending him in to an area with poison ivy - so I've just stopped scratching my adventures with that poison ivy. But he did what I needed - which made my day - so tipping him was my way to make his day - and it took him 2.5 hours and it takes my friend 30 minutes - so I know he did more, and it was exactly what I wanted done. Extra hangers and all.
And I hired the roofer. His dad roofed my mom's house for me. So now that dad is retired and the son took over. I gave him my estimate from 3 years ago - asking if he could get close to that price - and it was $100 more now, and again, he will do it the way I want it done - I don't want a ridge vent and he will not put in a ridge vent. So I signed up for him to do it, and in 4-6 weeks, that will be done by early October, so not the hottest part of the year for the guys working, and yet should get a hot day or two to get things to stick down good. And then I'll call to get the guy to put on the better gutter cover which is a third guy. I liked his covers best, but he did not want to add the extra hangers I wanted - do I paid the other company twice as much and tipped the actual guy because they were willing to do exactly what I wanted done. I'm always willing to listen to what they have to tell me. I know they have seen more examples and what doesn't work that other people have done. But I know my house, and it's got to be with some knowledge from both sides. So I ask everybody I know from people that have had the same thing done - to the guy from my past that builds houses.
Yeah, a gutter falling off my house was an excuse to call that old former boyfriend and catch up, while getting his opinion about gutters and roofing. He's married - it was a nice, how are you doing, I need your opinion and advice conversation. But it was nice to catch up.
And there was another guy I have been distracted by since March - but it's really weird. It's not a dating relationship, but I wondered about that for a while. It's sort of a funny thing. When my dad died, my mom and I went through things and tossed things. And I found an old magazine that felt special. That was 2001, But it was like a digest of photography. But I looked it up on Ebay - no real value, but it might be special or important was the feeling. I'm sure my mom would have let me take it home, but I did not ask for anything when my dad died in 2000. But I asked her not to throw it away. But with my mom - who knows, doing that might make her toss it. But in 2011, she dies, and then everything is mine, but it takes a couple more years till I see it again, and now it just feels special - I have to keep it, it doesn't glow - but it's that feeling - it's special now - gotta go home with me - it's important. So I keep it. Waiting for somebody to talk to me about it. It's like having the glass slipper - but that's sort of a weird idea for a magazine type old digest. It's nothing special - it's just a feeling. So this year - which is now 15 YEARS since I first saw it and felt I had to keep it - I listen to all the Serial Podcast, Undisclosed stuff and they do Periscope videos. That get me to look at random Periscope people and I'm told to watch this one guy in particular. Again, it's just a feeling. So I watch, I'm not talking to him - he can't see me even. I'm a program glitch to him, an he's smart, but I can email him to point out - I'm not a program glitch of a miscounted number, I'm a person he can't see watching him. I'm going to make him smarter. But he's already Mensa smart - and I don't really want to talk to him - I don't really like him. But then he says the word randomly that mention that stupid digest photography magazine. Oh crap - okay, I'll email saying I'm not a glitch and I'll mention that digest. I send it - thinking I'll never hear from this random guy - but he emails me back. So I'm wondering why 15 years ago I've sort of been waiting to talk to this guy - a guy that is somebody I should have never met or ever talked to just randomly -
And I can sort of say - I thing I've maybe been on a quest, and I'd like to talk to you to get to know you better... but explaining that's going to sound really weird to some random guy. Eventually, I send him the digest, and he emails saying the photos in there are exactly the kind of women he likes - but I only every looked at the digest right before sending it - what it was, or what the photo were was not important to me - finding the person it belonged to - that quest - that was the important part. So it was actually sort of bombshell photo of really famous women - but also some nude curvy women, and women in sweaters with cleavage photos. And that is his fetish basically, and he admits that to me. So if that was the glass slipper for the guy I'm suppose to talk to - clearly that glass slipper fits, and this is on the ONLY guy I've ever heard say the right name in 15 years. So I explain that to him saying - I'm not going to say which one of us is Cinderella in this story, but if that magazine is the glass slipper - it fit you didn't it??? So talk to me.
Which you can see - from just that much of the story - that's a great pick up line. But he likes a certain fetish about women - and I'm way too out of shape to be that - and I've seen him, but he's never seen me - but he's willing to talk, and see if there's anything there we should explore - and we talked about lots of things. But there's really nothing there. I learned a lot. I think we both learn things we didn't know - and I said if he was the quest, that's fine - he's unique and I'm glad to have met the unique man and talk to him and if that took me 15 years to do that - fine. Weird, really weird, but fine. But since talking to him - all that crazy stuff has happened - men on my roof, a headstone on my grave that is somebody else's stone - other really odd things. So recently we've stopped talking, and from his point of view- it's got to be weird to have a woman he's never met tell him - I'm maybe supposed to talk to you - kind of sent in your direction maybe 15 years ago... wanna talk and email and see if there's something there? And at one point, I could know that it would be fun to make him laugh in bed - and this is something I still know - and I have no intention of ever meeting him in person. But I told him I was fine with him calling in the middle of the night - he works - I'm awake - he called - but he has travelled the world - and he started asking me about European art and museums and Libya and Egypt and Hemingway and all at 4 am. Now I have never travelled to Europe, have seen some of these things in books and on Periscopes, and it starts to feel like a weird game of Jeopardy at 4am, and I start to laugh hysterically - it's the funniest thing I've ever heard, because it's things he has seen - in person, which files away in your mind differently than seeing them in a book 20+ years ago and suddenly now being asked about a location. At 4 am. So he could clearly make me laugh while talking to me while I'm in bed.
So it was a bit of feeling things that I know I can't explain - but also knowing I can't imagine I'm the girl for him - he's never been married - he's still looking for that ideal in his head - he's sort of Peter Pan that can't grow up. But he's really interesting to talk to - but I'd talk to other people about him, and they all had a story tied to where he is - or to where he is from - it was just weird things over and over again. So I finally just came to the end - I know I'm not the girl/woman for him. I'm not going there - he's not coming here, it's a conversation we were supposed to have - not a relationship. But it's sort of neat - but sort of disappointing. But not many people can be given something to hold and sent to find the person to talk to - and wait 15 years till that plays out and happens. But it's not the first time I've been sent to meet or talk to somebody - he's just the first complete stranger I've been sent to, or had put in my path - or I'm put in their path. I think it happens all the time- but most people have really busy lives - and they don't take the time to notice - to figure it out or see it. My life is quiet - I notice because I do not talk to many people. But it sound weird to just try to put it into words.
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