Okay, well...it's spring. Officially and otherwise. Flowers are blooming and the sun is shining and I'm wearing flip-flops and sandals almost all the time. That is a definite plus!
New Guy is being really sweet when I do see him, and I'm determined to enjoy the hell out of whatever time we have left. He's excited to see the play when it opens (just before he leaves for yet another full week out-of-town...boo-hoo), and I also told him he might have to come back to town to see me onstage when next I do something more...substantive (and less Three's Company-like farce--hee). And he seemed to think he would like to do that...and that made me feel good.
Also, as much as I would like him to stay in my life, and will continue to hope down deep inside that we're NOT completely through come June, I have to say...he seems to be in a much happier place now. I think making the decision to make a job change really lightened his emotional load, so to speak, and getting things out in the open with me seems to have made things better between us for now. So, there's that.
Rehearsals are going well--lots of laughter, which I very much need right now.
My pets and I are all relatively healthy. Even heartwormy Rover seems to be hanging in there. I'm particularly grateful for my health when I do my weekly litterbox scooping for my cancer-battling friend. (It's been almost six months now, with no end in sight. Please send thoughts/prayers/good vibes her way.) Of course, watching her go through it alone, basically (despite being engaged three times, she never married), and thinking "omigod, what if that were me?" only makes me sadder that Mr. Right seems further away than ever. But I'm looking for the GOOD here, right? So...
I am happy to be able to swallow. Seriously. As much as I would like to get motivated to lose some more weight, I'm happy to be able to eat. (My friend can't, really. The radiation burned her esophagus so badly it still hasn't healed.)
Lately, I have been most happy to swallow these:
I can't get enough of these. I'm not sure why (and, for the record, the "lemon chicken" version I find very unpleasant), but I just crave them.
I've also recently discovered Greek yogurt. One of the food reporters for the local paper was raving about it. Better than Brown Cow, I thought? How can that be? Well, try this:
What else, what else?
I'm wearing sparkly, leopard-spotted flip-flops right now, courtesy of my mother the Avon lady (some sort of ordering mistake, I gather), and really...who isn't cheered up by seeing sparkly, leopard-spotted flip-flops at the end of her legs? And, if I get tired of the leopard spots, they came in a set with some sparkly zebra-striped ones, as well. So I'm all set in the sparkly flip-flop department. (Hee.)
I also have to say that I very much appreciate my friends (of both the bloggy and "real life" variety) telling me repeatedly (and apparently sincerely) that if New Guy and I ARE through, then it's HIS loss. And then offering to kick his ass. Thanks, guys! You really know how to cheer a girl up.