rb - handywoman

Well, it was worth waking up this morning -- I learned something new. Nyckee bought tiles for her kitchen backsplash and we decided we'd put them in. "How hard could it be?", we thought. So we did it and it looks fabu. So I have a new skill to add to my repetoire. Need tiles? Call rb and/or Nyk. We can do.

Brent's on his way home from work tonight, yeay. Tomorrow, weather permitting, we shall golf for the last time of the year. Now there's a skill I have yet to master. But I'll don my cute golf outfit, pull my little cart and look like a pro even though I golf like a baboon. Go hard or go home. It's always fun though, especially if Mitchie comes along. Never a dull moment.

My mighty, mighty Eskimos are trying to lose another football game tonight. I've been watching them since I was in Grade 7 and this is the first year since I've been watching that they won't make the playoffs. But (as I remind all the Saskatchewaners who are harrasing me this year), we are still the Grey Cup Champs. For another couple of months anyway. Oh, and (as Rider fans often say) there's always next year.

A new beginning

This is what happens when I spend too many Friday nights alone. I begin to believe the world is missing out on my wisdom and great wit. I feel compelled to write to the global community at large.

So...

Are you listening?

I'm alone, unless you count the two dogs and four cats that are sharing my space. I can see them all from here, so I know that I'm loved. It's not that I'm lonely, even. I just spent a busy day at my office, saving the world from being homeless. I'm a conveyancing secretary. It's a noble calling. It's my job to see that you are in your new home on time (or out of your soon-to-be-old home on time). I share that office with many people with whom I enjoy conversing about clothing purchases, family woes and achievements, weekend plans. After work, I went out for dinner with my daughter -- the usual Friday night fare; a chipotle chicken salad and a couple of drinks (scotch for me, beer for her). Then we stopped by my youngest daughter's home, visited with her, my granddaughter and soon-to-be son-in-law. Then I talked to my husband, who works out-of-town, when I got home.

So, clearly I am not lonely. And I'm not bitter about being alone. On the contrary, I love being by myself. I'm amazing company. I love watching TV with me; I always have funny comments about the actors or the script. I even laugh out loud at the funny things I don't need to say out loud. And tonight I have Bailey's in my coffee.

It's a beautiful life. And I'm a lucky, lucky woman to be living it.