I’m sitting here waiting for one of the ski camps to arrive…It’s been an interesting two days. Kim suggested that our boss’s husband could be losing his mind. To me he seems the same as ever, and I’m not buying 100% into his forgetfulness act. Ok, the guy has some health issues, he’s HIV positive and on a drug cocktail that can’t be having a positive effect on his liver. Apparently he and his wife were quite the coke fiend party animals before he was diagnosed. Glad I didn’t know them then.
I think he’s pulling a Corrado Soprano. Pretending to be slipping away while actually doing so.
His wife on the other hand, needs to be taken down with an elephant gun loaded with tranquilizers. I have had to look for every excuse I could find to get out of this place. The heat has driven her mad. She is wound so tight she answers every question defensively, and even when she’s trying to be accommodating to guests, she is seething with irritation. I wish I could just send her home. To make matters worse, she went and got her hair cut and it looks absolutely horrible. I mean, seriously bad. Hurts to look at it.
I often describe these two as menopausal….and now, my period is three weeks late! I’ve had PMS for over a month. If I caught their menopause I am going to kill myself! Usually the women around me adjust to my cycle, in fact, Kim started menstruating again once she started working with me. Yes, my mojo is that strong 😉
Actually, the same thing happens to me every year: June and July, no periods. I wonder if it has something to do with the amount of sunlight affecting my hormones. It has not done my mood swings any good, and I am running seriously low on Vitamin P ( fluoxitine ) Grrrr…….
I have been taking the nicest walks, though. I love this hot weather. I love wearing summer dresses, tank tops, sandals. I walk around feeling like I am in a perfectly maintained habitat: perfect temperature, perfect light…and these little tips of pine branches mixed with pine needles that accumulate on the sides of the roads to walk on. It’s like a crunchy, lovely smelling carpet that cushions every step. That, and you actually see other happy people out on the road doing the same thing you are.
I ran into Joe last night. He owes me about three hundred dollars for a car I gave him, and though I doubt he will ever pay me, at least he doesn’t avoid me. In fact, he invites me over all the time. What is up with that? People get very lonely up here, I guess.
It would be convenient: he lives right up the road. However, proximity has never been a priority of mine when it comes to men I like. Besides, he’s 30. I’ve decided that’s a little too young. And he smokes.
I need to bring a camera on our next hike. Nana swims like an otter in the river, and then climbs up on these big rocks. It will make a beautiful picture.