has had too much to drink.
(an artist whose name escapes me--he does folk art with sayings like this one on wooden people.)
So, post #3 for the day, although I guess this will post for Thursday since it's technically after midnight.
Did I mention that Emily's practically engaged? I am happy for her (unbelievably, I really am) but she's spending Saturday ring shopping and Monday looking at wedding dresses with her mom. She said she'd have time to do things with me while I was off work and I understand, but I miss her!
And this has just been one of those seasons. How I crave September when the routine returns and everyone's kids go back to school. Lunch dates! They are the savior of the single gal and hard to come by in the hot months if your friends also have kids. I SO RESPECT THAT. I do. I just miss them. And while you blog lovelies are so kind to encourage me, you mostly live too far away to do coffee or lunch.
Bridge over Troubled Water is playing right now--how I love Simon & Garfunkel. This has been the year when my "You've got a friend" friend said she didn't want to be one anymore. And I've had to make some choices, too. How that sucks.
Oh, update: for yins here in da Burgh: Bill Mallonee is playing at the UP on Saturday night. He's an amazing singer/songwriter. I've seen him twice.
And I have a certain birthday party to attend Saturday...
But here's something that is the coolest thing since sliced bread: it's a free wake-up call with music. I LOVE IT. A lot of the musicians/artists are local Pittsburgh folks, some of whom I even personally know. And they'll play a message at the end and the computer woman voice even sounds human. Try it, yule like it. Sorry, it's not international, yet. But I bet the website will still let you try out some of the music.
Allegheny Moon is playing now. It's our local version of Blue Moon, I guess. (The Allegheny is one of the three Pittsburgh rivers. The other two are the Ohio and the Mon.) Extra points if you can spell out the Mon. correctly!!
Okay, to bed. Up early to drop the car and then off to the library to fill out 80 pages of psych questionaires, then a visit to the psychiatrist.
All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well.
(Dame Julian of Norwich)
No matter what!
And this: from Anything Goes: Be like the Bluebird... (It's always the darkest before they turn on the lights...)
See how it see saws? I have a lot to look forward to, but I feel lonely RIGHT NOW. Ach. This too shall pass (and quicker if I get some sleep.)
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