Listing to port

Okay darlings. Here's the deal.

My head is upside-down. I am avoiding shaking it for fear that it will lose important things like some weird pinata. Maybe it's full of candy and that's why I'm so sweet (ha, I know).

But really, I think the best or only way I can post during this transition time is to rely on my peculiar facility for lists.

So. If you hate my lists, go read somebody else for a few weeks.

If you love my lists, you're in luck.

They will pretty much be in this format: top random things on my mind at present. Hope ya like that.

Anyway, without further ado...

Top Random Things on My Mind

1. Oh drat. I forgot to soak my nose.
2. Should I eat that grapefruit on the counter?
3. I still want a loverboy.
4. Funny story: The other day I was teaching a nice young woman how to change a tube, and she was very appreciative, and she kept telling me about her sweet boyfriend who always ends up just fixing her flats for her, so she hasn't really managed to learn to do it herself, etc. And then she asks me, apropos of nothing very much (except said boyfriend calling her to see how she was getting on), if I have a boyfriend, and I say no. And she looks (or perhaps just radiates) shocked by that. As if it's some kind of unnatural state of affairs to be solo, or maybe to be solo by preference. It's possible that I myself was radiating a degree of horror at the idea of a boyfriend (eeeew! what would I want with one of those?). Who knows? It was just an odd little moment. It made me think about all kinds of things:

a) wow. I really don't want one.
b) weird. She was so shocked by that.
c) do people really think that's the normal state of affairs, that everyone is paired off like some kind of ill-matched Noah's Ark?
d) what kind of boy would make a suitable back-door man?
e) hunh. What a weird conversation.

Back to the main list:

5. Ugh. Boxes.
6. God, the moving process just makes me anxious and ill, from beginning to end.