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Recently I decided I needed to run away and do some shopping, so I hit Old Navy. I got these pants in antique burgundy (enticed by Melissa's foxy sporting of them this weekend), these cords in dark chocolate, and these strange velvety pants in safari olive. I also got this sweater in pink champagne, this sweater in dark earth, and this sweater in charcoal, which I am wearing this very day. Oh! And this skirt. It was very satisfying, because everything was on sale, and I only spent $162. On ten items! SATISFACTION. I had the day off Thursday, and all I could really think about the entire day was the man we met on our trip to Normandy and really our whole experience there, and I had been looking so forward to getting out in the yard to edge and mow and blow for the first time in almost three weeks, and the weather had been perfect and it was going to be the perfect day to be outside, but of course it was destined to rain. I woke up at 8:00 and furiously mowed the front yard before it started to pour down rain and I had to run inside like a wet dog. So, it was a sloppy job, no edging, no blowing. But at least it's not thigh-height anymore. So I went on a blind date. And it was fine. I have decided to just force myself to do it because I resolved in January to be brave, and I feel like this is a big step in fulfilling that resolution, even though it's taken me a long time. We had a lot to talk about as our families are from the same area, his daughter attends the same school I attended, he just graduated from law school and my sister is in law school, and so forth and so on. I think that it was a good first blind date to have, because the conversation flowed pretty well and he seemed in no way scary or sleazy. In the typical small townishness of this city, he had a conference today at his daughter's school with a teacher that I had, and the teacher was like, "Oh! Tell Eliza hi!" Now that is just bizarre but kind of funny. I won't wager that it was necessarily a love connection, as he is a bit older than I am and I don't think we are aligned politically (not that that would necessarily stop me from casually going out with someone because it's interesting for me to hear where the other side is coming from when it can be discussed in an intelligent manner), but he was a nice guy and I am proud of myself for doing it. It made me feel a lot more confident about meeting more people and going out on more blind dates, because truly, there is nothing so scary about coffee or dinner. Just doing it that one single time made me feel so much less nauseated about the whole thing. He sent me a nice email this morning, not mentioning meeting again, but a gracious thank you. Overall, I will call it a success because I did it and it wasn't horrible and I didn't barf before, during, or after. I consider that a great victory. A few words on television of late. I've taken Days off of my TiVo season pass list because I just don't care anymore. Not that I really cared before, but at least it was entertaining for a while. I'm still watching General Hospital because I will watch any show on which Nancy Lee Grahn has a front burner storyline. She's so good. I'm still loving Veronica Mars and really liking Lost. I've been enjoying watching my O.C. first season DVDs a lot, but I've been enjoying the new season so far not so much. It just lacks whatever it had last year that made it so funny and so smart. It doesn't feel right somehow this year, and I can't even bring myself to really care about the characters or what happens to them. As for another series in its sophomore season, I watched Joan of Arcadia last night when I got home from Thai food and a movie at a friend's house, and I bawled like I haven't bawled watching that show since the episode when Helen read that beautiful letter from Adam's mom and Joan and Adam kissed. Unsurprisingly, the excellent recapper Deborah gave last night's episode an A+. (Don't read that unless you want to know what happened.) It's just such a gorgeous show that sometimes I am overwhelmed by its gorgeousness. And once again, the acting is so far superior to pretty much anything else on TV right now that sometimes it stuns me, and the fact that most of it is being done by such young actors just makes it all the more awesome. My little brother informed me that "Better Things" as performed at Shim Sham 2003 is now online, so yesterday I listened to that song that I love so much for the first time since I heard it for the first time. (I mean, this version, anyway.) (If you'd like to hear it, go here; click on Multimedia; click on Listen under Audio and Video; click on Yes, I agree; then click on Covers.) It is drunk and lively and and messily happy, and it's one of the first times I remember feeling that way last year, and somewhere in the cacophony of that crowd, there I was, singing along even though I didn't even know the words, and I felt somehow like they were singing just to me. So it just means something to me. I was so disappointed for a while that every song from that show except for this one and one other one had seemed to make it online, but it's finally there, so now I've saved it, so it's finally mine again. About this time in ...
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