I knew it was going to be a quiet night. I called Therese after work. “Omigosh,” she answered with my same voice. Not only do we look alike, we sound EXACTLY alike. “Dominic just called out your name.”
“Weird. You mean before I called or when the phone rang?”
“A few seconds before you called, he said, ‘Auntie Cat.’ “
I swear to God there’s something going on with that kid. He always seems to know who’s about to call or who’s on the phone. Anyway I called Therese to tell her I’d take Dominic to his gym class tomorrow morning. I slept in last weekend or maybe I was hungover. All the weekend mornings blend together. So I’m aching for gym time with my nephew. It’s like our little gig.
Knowing it was going to be a quiet night, I figured I might as well get started on my errands. I headed down to Lucky’s (formerly known as Albertson’s formerly known as Lucky’s) and took my time strolling the aisles. I love to do that at my neighborhood grocery chain store. The one I go to is so clean, too–the one on Masonic and Fulton–better than the ghetto ass Safeway on Geary and…gosh, I don’t remember the name of that side street. But all you SFers know what I’m talking about. The one with multiple security guards milling around inside and out.
I carefully chose four bottles of wine (buy 4, save more), packed my cart with Lean Cuisines, and a steamy rotisserie chicken from the deli. Yummy. Plus, I caught up on the latest celebrity gossip while waiting in line (Angelina and Brad are going to get married).
I decided to go all out and play Cinderella tonight. After eating dinner, I got down on my hands and knees and started scrubbing the floor. Very Karate Kid in the wax on, wax off manner. My floors are fucking pristine. I can see my reflection on them. But it’s all very weird how much I care about my floors since I have no problem walking around my place in dirty shoes.
So I’m sitting here alone which is what I wanted to do tonight, but the other night, I really wanted to be with someone…anyone. And no one was around. It seems like everyone has taken off this weekend for Tahoe, LA, Mexico. I wanted to get away, too, but remembered I have something going on this weekend and that I wanted to be with my nephew. Anyhow I wanted to celebrate, to go out with friends. I was so pleased with my bonus. But I had no one to talk to. No one at all. So I sat here at home, thinking what to do with this cash infusion coming my way. I always like to buy one nice thing with my yearly bonus. Maybe I’ll get a camera or have my place painted or redo my bathroom. But today I think I settled on buying Berkshire Hathaway stock because I want to go to the annual meeting in May. Anyone want to come with?