I’m going to keep this as brief as possible. Firstly, and perhaps the most important reason for my desire to post right.this.second is this: I’m in a coffee shop (I’ll get back to this) and the man at the table beside me is wearing sandals that I just can’t accept as acceptable in this setting. I don’t even know if sandals is the right word. But I don’t want to call them shoes. They are like those kids socks where there is a hole for each toe. And they are leather. I just can’t. I wish I had chosen another table, but it’s too late now. The other place I thought of sitting for optimal comfort is now taken. I might even be able to ignore them, but he’s swinging his leg back and forth to the music that’s coming from the coffee shop’s sound system. It’s like he’s begging me to stare at him.
What am I supposed to do? Oh Internet, even though I have neglected to write at you for a couple of months, please advise me. Why do these things even exist? I’m sure they weren’t designed to be worn for a leisurely stroll to the local independent coffee shop, and they certainly weren’t meant to be paired with 20-year-old black jean shorts and a too-small t-shirt.
[EDITED TO ADD: So I got home tonight and couldn’t stop thinking about these shoes. They looked like something that one would wear when doing something active – not while sipping a cappuccino and click-clacking away on a laptop. Call me obsessed. I looked them up. If you are interested, here is what they look like. I’m sure they are comfortable and perfect for running or some other physical activity, but they really shouldn’t replace regular old shoes. Is it wrong that they creeped me out?]
OK. Enough about the clothes of strangers. I have news, Internet. Are you ready?
I have quit my job to be a stay-at-home mom to the boys. I may need to invest in a vineyard, with all the wine I’ll be drinking. (After 4pm, of course). Along with that, I’ll be attempting to work as a freelance editor. It’s been a while since my primary work was editing – I’ve been managing editors for the past four years – so this should be interesting. I’m starting out slow – I just have to edit an entire book in about three weeks. No problem.
That’s why I’m at the coffee shop – I needed to get out of the house to try to concentrate on the work at hand. Tomorrow will be my first day in my new role. I’m excited and nervous. I can’t wait to get to know my kids again. I am looking forward to seeing in person all the fun things that I’m told they do while they were at the day care.
And who can blame me, really. Take a look at these two – they are pretty adorable. When they aren’t fighting, that is. OK, I should really get to work. That’s why I’m here, after all. Oh, and to eat the cookies. I just had one that was chocolate chip with dried cherries and I think I would marry it, if I weren’t already married. yum.
this thing called life 