Though the competition is stiff, my interview went well. I am just grateful to have it over and done with. I should find out the results by Friday. Fingers, toes, legs, and ankles crossed.
I spent a low-key weekend with my mom who drove up with my new kitten. She’s light grey and 7 weeks old, named Tiger Lily—“tiger” from the dark grey marks and stripes across her white belly, and “lily” from “lilliput” (Jonathan Swift’s imaginative land where all the people are small) or tiny, because she’s abnormally small, barely bigger than an average-sized coffee mug. She fits in my hand, I can count her ribs through her fur. I feel like a new mother must feel—afraid to break it, afraid to let it get into things, afraid to let it go about on its own. It’s a taxing feeling being responsible for such a helpless, dependent being.
I hope I don’t screw her up! 
I'll post new pictures tonight, if I can.
I bought a spanking new microwave (and tossed my 20-year old fossil) and a maniac 10-cup food processor. TOYZ! I barely had it out of the box before I was making ham & split-pea soup and cinnamon-oat tea biscuits! Yummy to my tummy.
Monday, Mel, Christiano & Tom dragged me out to dinner. Yummy Greek food and enough to feed a small army! I kid you not. Thank you for dinner, Th-omas. Then we trucked off to Dairy Queen and TH coffee for me; no way would I remain awake til midnight without it. We bowled 6 games and I felt rusty and awkward most of the night. It has been ages since I played with Ryan and his gang back in 2003!
Christiano took perverse pleasure in calling me Bre-X because I was all hype and nothing to show for myself. Very funny, but equally embarrassing. Until game 5, when I bowled 7 or 8 consecutive spares. And then game 6, with 3 consecutive strikes (turkey!), add in a couple spares, and a few odd balls. I bowled an impressive 256. Not bad for this old gal!
And finally, I wish there was a manual on how to let a great guy down gently. At a time in my life when I’m really just trying to figure details out about who I am and I want and need, I think a man in my life, in a serious and permanent way, would complicate things unecessarily. Truth is, I’m a basket case – but what’s new? :-p
Does anyone know, are bees blind? I heard they were.
I know you want to be single, so I’m sorry for anything I may have done last night to make things more difficult. Be sure to read the note carefully tonight. I care, but will respect your wishes…
And you’re welcome for dinner
Oh, and one other thing: Bees are not blind. In fact they see in compound color vision just like us, except that they cannot see red. Instead they can see well into the UV spectrum which we can’t see, and are quite sensitive to motion. Sorry for trashing your allegory
Sweet sweet honey….mmmm….
I dunno if I’m blind… but I think I’m a bit slow. So it’s almost the same thing.