Still Life with Lemons

I walked into the backyard this morning. I don't go out there that often, except to practice my new favorite hobby which is talking on the phone while sitting on the edge of the pool with my feet in the water. It's the perfect way to cool off without messing up your hair. Or having to get any exercise. Anyway, I walked out there this morning and saw that it had rained lemons. I kid you not, the epitome of lemonyness is a lemon that has fallen slightly green from the tree then ripened in the hot Arizona sun. Slicing one open is to be infused with happiness. If I had to use an amorphous term to describe the scent I'd choose 'optimism'.

Tidbits

Yes, I had a great time in Las Vegas and yes it did breathe new life into me. I don't know what it says about me, but Las Vegas is one of my favorite spots on earth. I always seem to end up with men whose idea of a great vacation is some crappy remote place out in the country. While I definetly need and love a nature fix now and then, given a choice between a cabin in the woods and a room overlooking the Bellagio fountains...well, it's no secret which I'd choose.

Peter and I were talking on Messenger about a work-related boating trip he'd taken recently. He said he "cought ten makrill". Now I'm an admitted spelling and grammar hag, but for some reason Peter's little ESL-isms always strike me as adorable. He once asked me if he was using the correct spelling for "coffy". I told him no, but asked him to keep spelling it that way. He has.

What's happening with me and Peter? (and no, it's not 'Peter and I' dammit)
Let's just say time will tell.

I am applying for a job transfer to Seattle. Between seeing Seattle friends in Las Vegas and talking to some others on the phone recently, I realize I really want to be back 'home'. I also want to live closer to my parents.

There are a few people I will miss here (three guesses who I will NOT miss? Key word: Chili. Nickname...well, you either know who it is at this point or you don't) Anyway, I will miss my best friend at work, Blair. It is a friendship I never would have foreseen. She is literally half my age, but we are both Jewish, dog lovers, and avid readers and for whatever reason (she's mature for her age, I'm immature for mine and we meet half way?) we are just really compatible. I will miss a few of my other coworkers as well. And yes Dave, I will miss you.

I am hoping to see a little more of the southwest before I go. I might go with a coworker to Mexico. I've never been there and I figure it warrants a day trip.

I was going to post a notice that I'm not going to be keeping up the blog for a while. However I think I will keep posting at least erratically for a while. Hopefully once I'm in a better place and better frame of mind I'll start posting on a regular basis again.

It could happen in the Swedish countryside...

Peter may come in for Thanksgiving. If he doesn't it's because his passive-aggressive ex, Elisabeth, has created a new scheme to make the divorce proceedings even more complicated. As Peter was telling me about it, I muttered "I wish she would get run over by a truck" (I don't really wish this, I just wish she would stop making things so difficult). Peter didn't hear what I said and asked me to repeat it. Stammering a bit I said "Um, I wish Elisabeth would...get her head bitten off by a moose."

Actually I do kind of like the thought of that. And from the way Peter laughed I think he was momentarily amused by it too.