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04/17/02 - Not much time today ... I have plans. The Child has a violin lesson today so at least I won’t oversleep. In my topsy-turvy life, if I oversleep, I miss the fun stuff. There isn’t much chance of me being late for work with my hours. So tonight there is a little (I hope it’s just a little) schmoozing planned. It was My Old Friend that hipped me to that word. He is an actor (theater) and I attended a few cast functions with him. There was much schmoozing going on at those. However, I was a little surprised at how reserved the actors were away from the stage. I thought it a little strange. I hoped for a little more excitement at those parties. When I first started going to the Pub (nickname), Drummer Boy introduced me to all the regulars who were friends of his. It made me feel quite welcomed and I appreciated it. Now I schmooz regularly with the regulars who are now my friends too. Tonight, The New Guy will be taking me to an employee function at his work. It’s an ending party for the job he has been working on. He wants to show me all the work he did. I’ve already met part of his crew, construction workers. But I’ve only heard about his Boss, who seems to be a very nice guy. So schmoozing is fine, I don’t mind it at all. But, what I really like to do is observe. That’s mainly what I’m in the mood for today, especially when I can observe in a new environment. I’m not much of a consumer. I still have the Hippie Code running through my head, not supposed to own more possessions than will fit into a VW Bus. Of course, just my emotional baggage alone would way out do that now. The New Guy has been working on a new store, a very large store. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I get claustrophobic in large stores. I can barely do Costco. Now put me in an itty bitty used book store crammed floor to ceiling with musty, dusty books, and I’m fine. Go figure. |