Tuesday, July 3, 2012
I'm done. Done and done and done.
30 CEU hours. And I only needed 24. What in hell was I thinking?
Oh well. What's an extra six hours of my life?
I'm just so glad to finished with it. When I was bubbling in the answer sheet I felt as if it would never end, some sort of weird nightmarish situation where physics would prevent me from getting to #174 but I did it and I hope I just pass the damn thing.
And now I've got peppers and eggplant and tomatoes and green beans and garlic and basil and onions simmering in a pot and I'm cooking quina pasta and waiting for Mr. Moon to get home. It looked like it was going to rain, but it's not, I think, and that's so sad. The pink phlox look electric against the darkening sky. It's that sort of light/not light.
Tomorrow is the 4th of July. Do you celebrate it? Do you make a red, white and blue cake? Do you cook hot dogs and burgers and eat watermelon and watch fireworks?
I don't know. I just can't really get behind a big 4th celebration. Fireworks are nice. Nothing wrong with hot dogs or cake and of course watermelon is truly swell. But somehow it's not a big day for me. That patriotism gene, I guess. Which I was born without.
I'm going to town tomorrow to meet up with Lily and the boys and see if I can find Mr. Moon another pair of those linen shorts I got him for his birthday. He likes them very much. And they were on major sale. It's hard to find that man clothes because he is so tall and yet so not fat. If you shop in the Tall and Big Man section of a store, you will find that most of the clothes are for the Big Man, meaning, round, and not especially the Tall Man who may or may not be round. He is determined to get his cholesterol down with diet and exercise too so I fear he is going to be even less round soon. You know men- they lose weight so quickly. They do fifteen pushups and lose five pounds whereas we women diet and exercise and get on the scale all trembly-like to find that we have lost one quarter of one pound and we want to rush out and eat some doughnuts because what is the point?
Ah well. Life is not fair. Some of us are tall and some of us are short. Some of us are round and some of us are not. Some of us have the patriotism gene and some of us do not. We can only work with what we have.
I am SO grateful to be done with those CEU's. Did I say that? Yes. I know I did.
I think I'm going to go eat a bowl of pasta and vegetables and see if any of those Real Housewives are on. I especially love the ones who live in Beverly Hills because they are the richest ones, as far as I can tell and by god, if I'm going to watch ridiculous TV, I want it to be as ridiculous and jewelry-filled as possible.