current mood: anticipatory
I've got a way of knowing
When something is right
I feel like I must have known you in another life
'Cause I felt this deep connection
When you looked in my eyes
(I can't breathe)
No, I can't wait to see you again
~ ‘See You Again’ by Miley Cyrus
This past weekend was quite mild. NBF and I went to the Kimmel Apple Orchard in Nebraska City. We had so much fun picking apples and pears. They happen to have wine tasting there; and we happened to partake in that classy activity. The wines were interesting. There was even one that tasted like cherry pie. The apple beer, however, was not a tasty treat. So, if you visit the orchards, skip the beer.
While there, we shared a light lunch at one of the public tables inside the store. A family sat down next to us. There were two young boys, approximately 7 and 10 in ages, if I were to guestimate. Their grandma and grandpa were sitting with them. The mom dropped off a box of a dozen apple-cinnamon donuts. Only the older boy grabbed a donut. He was silent, except for his quiet chewing. I smiled at him and said, ‘are you going to eat all those donuts by yourself?’. His expression went from curious to annoyed in a split second. He turned his face away from me and said to no one in particular, ‘The strange lady is talking to me.’ I think the only people who actually heard him were NBF and me. I turned bright pink and started laughing. Every time I made eye-contact with NBF he would start laughing as well. We took the hint and began gathering our belongings and trash. The mom walked back to the table with more food and said, ‘Are we chasing you away?’. We just started laughing again and I assured her that it was just time for us to go. Then the older boy, who we believe, based on his mannerisms and behaviour, that he may be mildly autistic, said, ‘They are laughing at us.’ She reassured him that we were actually laughing WITH them and he again went expressionless and continued eating his donut.
On the drive home, we were still laughing at the kid’s comment. It was a good reminder that I shouldn’t talk to strangers – because they are just as scared of me as I am of them.
Last night, shortly before my bedtime, I had an incredible craving for ice cream. Thus far, I have been doing VERY well with the healthy eating concept – and besides that second day when I was ready to steal candy from the next child who walked within my line of sight. I knew that the only remedy for this craving was fruit – and of course, all the damn pears and apples we had picked were over at NBF’s. I texted and told him that I wanted my fruit. He said I was welcome to stop in and get it on my way to work if I wanted, as he lives only a few minutes from my work and almost 30 minutes from my house. That wasn’t good enough, damnit. I live a mile from Dairy Queen. I responded that the morning was not going to work and that I was just going to come by. . . I then got in my car and drove all the way to Bellevue. I ran up the three flights of stairs to NBF’s apartment and knocked on the door. He was shocked to see me. So was the girl . . . just kidding, there was no girl. He really was surprised though because he didn’t think I was actually going to drive 30 minutes to get a damn pear. In a way he was right – *blush*. Still, when I finally left to go home, I had a bag of fruit in my possession. Ice cream disaster avoided.
In 48 hours I will be drinking on the Las Vegas strip. Ain’t life grand?!?!
SHOUT OUT: Happy birthday, Henry Charles Albert David, Prince of Wales (aka Prince Harry).
PERSONAL NOTE: You are an amazing programmer!
