This morning I solved the mystery of the house across the street that had a “SOLD” sign on it and is now for sale by owner; like the one directly across the street from it, it’s being flipped. When I exited my house this morning I saw that the house in question now has two dumpsters in front of it, and is now missing its roof. I suppose it was very dark last night when I drove past it, which is why I missed this development.
As a weirdo-American I hate to see houses continue to grow in size. Perhaps it’s because that I am terminally single with no children and living in a house that is too large for me. Or perhaps it’s my hippy belief that we Americans own too much shit (myself included) and need to scale back.
I know. I’m an outlier.
Today She Had No Kindle
Today I rode the train with the same woman for a third day in a row. Because she is beautiful it’s easy for me to spot her in a crowd. If she weren’t also too young and married I may have asked her where her Kindle was today, you know, as a shitty opening line.
MARTA was a little less than smooth this morning. I saw two westbound trains arrive and leave at my station within a five minute span (I obviously missed both) and then had to wait about ten minutes for another to arrive. The northbound Doraville train I hopped on at Five Points had a delay at Midtown as well. Of course, this meant that I didn’t have to wait very long at the Arts Center station for my North Springs train to arrive. Pro Tip: When it’s cold outside it’s usually more bearable to switch trains in an underground station, which is why I switch at Arts Center instead of Lindbergh.
And I nearly drive to work today, but decided against it…
I’ll be risking driving to places twice tomorrow — once to do laundry and car shop, and once to go to Shakespeare’s Tavern for “A Christmas Carol”. I’m thrilled to be returning to Shakespeare’s Tavern, even though I never lost the weight I wanted to in order to fit into my “nicer” clothes. In the past few years I’ve missed out on some of my Christmas traditions due to working extra hours; I’ve vowed not to let this happen again starting in 2015.
I’m saddened to miss out on seeing the final year of “The Gifts of the Magi” performed at Theatrical Outfit this year, not because of work directly but because I’ve been swamped and the play finishes up its run this Sunday.
Time to work before I start getting hounded.