across the pond

i don't know whether i'm more confused by the use of the word extraordinary or by the "having very little joy" comment... or the assumption that *I* park badly? hmph... but i came across my visage again tonight on the web. wacky. the rat & mouse's take on my blog makes me realize that i never post any of the fun stuff. to wit: mere moments after i last posted, i heard the familiar rumble of a harley pulling up on the sidewalk in front of my apartment. i had a feeling my biker boy obsession might finally come by that night, as i'd mailed him a going-away package the day before, but still i was not entirely prepared (i.e. breath-freshened & moisturized, etc, much less fully awake)... despite a severe case of sleep deprivation, i managed to keep my eyes open til he left sometime after sunrise. am hoping, of course, for a return visit before he leaves for katrina cleanup on wednesday, but i know he has much to deal with before then. by the time he gets back (in several weeks), i will likely be en route to texas, so it may be months between visits yet again. despite the fact that he is damn near perfect for me on paper, it's probably for the best. no need, in this case, to get to know him too well and break the spell. on tap for this week: only one cafe shift (which is fantastic news, as i threatened to quit earlier tonight, and i meant it), and so far it looks like light real estate work, though that may change with the winds. several of our rental prospects have passed board approval (pause for brief jig-dancing), which will contribute to the october travel fund. meanwhile, i must clean my apartment, pay someone to make my feet more amenable to putting in boy's laps, and continue with the boy history writing. off i go... p.s. just when i thought i'd heard the funniest black eyed peas joke, here comes dan tobin to prove me wrong.