Well. Bing started tearing up the bathroom floor this week and she is finally convinced that we need to hire someone to lay the floor for us and put in the new pedestal sink. We took bids yesterday and even the lowest one sort of made me shudder. But, it is not nearly as bad as waiting until Liv graduates from college before the room is done, which would be the case if Bing did it.
She IS going to re-paint the walls and take down the horrible, ugly, very bad liner of wallpaper at the top of the room (blue fish...it is just too cutesy.) I feel okay with her painting.
So, we went to price bathroom faucets today and of course, every single one that I liked cost 200 bucks. I am starting to accept the fact that this is going to be a very pricey job.
Later, I went shopping at the mall for some birthday gifts alone. I was almost silly with excitement at getting to do something by myself. No one to tug at me when I stop to look at purses or try lipstick shades on the back of my hand. No race walking past Orange Julius hoping that Liv won't beg for one. No having to stop in at Radio Shack "just to have a look-see!"
I meandered. Picked up a new book at the bookstore (I think I spent over an hour in there. Bookstores are like my crack.) It's called Then We Came To The End by Joshua Ferris and I actually stood at the counter, waiting in line and reading like the addict I am. How can you not love a book that starts out
We were fractious and overpaid. Our mornings lacked promise. At least those of us who smoked had something to look forward to at ten-fifteen. Most of us liked most everyone, a few of us hated specific individuals, one or two people loved everyone and everything. Those who loved everyone were unanimously reviled....
Good writing is just good writing and it pulls you in nice and smooth. I know I am going to love this book.
I hopped into the car for the drive home, realized that I had Bing's car, so could not listen to my audio book, so turned on the radio and it came on. That song that does me in. The one that can make me cry. I didn't even try to drive, just pulled over and let the music wash all over me on a side road, parked at the curb. Eyes closed. Tears streaming down my face.
A Summer Song by Chad and Jeremy
I have no idea why this song moves me to tears. Regrets? The pain of that first love? All I know is that when I hear this song, something silky slides over my heart and makes me cry. It is an old, old song by Chad and Jeremy. You can hear it by going here. Just click on A Summer Song.
God, I just listened to it again and started bawling. Time to go do something mundane like listen to the news...