Saturday, August 2
Wow. Kerry and I stayed out later than I had intended. It was around 1:30 when I got home and got into bed. I slept in until 10:30, which was actually pretty nice. I must say, I have been sleeping really good. I have this crazy cool fan in my room that plugs in and between the reverberating hum and the cool wind it produces, I sleep like a baby. When I woke up, both kitties were snuggled up against me. I pet them and was just very happy. It was a little overcast out.
I ran the dishwasher, cleaned the kitchen, wiped down the dining room table, then got dressed and left to run errands. I deposited a reimbursement check at Bank of America and then headed for the northwest in Portland. I went to New Cascadia Gluten Free Bakery and picked up four focaccia and one baguette. I stopped by Trader Joe’s and picked up three cheeses, a triple cream Camembert named St. Andre, an Irish hard cheese and a goat cheese with herbs. I also got heirloom grape tomatoes, two bottles of Italian wine - a Soave and a Barbera D’Alba.
By the time I got home, the sun had emerged from the clouds, which whirred eastward, and I took a mini ‘power’ nap, which was divine. When I woke up, I got dressed for my friends’ five year old’s birthday party in Dundee. It was a fun party. His parents, Erik the assistant winemaker at work and his wife, my dear friend, Carolyn, made delicious sangrias. I brought a bottle of the Elyse rose that I got when I was in Napa a year ago.
I played with a bunch of kids, bonded with some of the parents - one couple, in particular, was bent on introducing me to their single friend who they described as: smart, thin and active, into sports, really into working out, high energy, works in sales, travels a lot, loyal good friend and looks like Justin Timberlake. I gave them my card with my email and phone number. They suggested hosting a party where we could meet. But, I know how this usually goes. People always want to set up the single girl who they don’t understand why is single. It never happens, anyway, and that’s okay. I don’t exactly rely on others to make my romantic life happen. Still, I handed over my card in that mix of what if and why not?
