It’s the fourth day of Lent, which happens to also be the fourth day of March, hence the silly post title. It’s late at night, and I am sitting on the couch in my underwear, watching a trio of cats go about their nightly ablutions. I should probably be weirded out that they’re all in sync, but I’m too tired to care much. Maybe they’ll all decide to go to sleep when I do, and I’ll get a really good night’s rest. Nope, the youngest just zoomed across the apartment and skittered under the bed like a little maniac. Oh well, it was a nice thought while it lasted.
My apartment smells vinegary, like maybe there’s mold growing in the air conditioner. I’ll have to see about getting an AC repair person in to clean it out before long. I also need to find a handyman who can patch the sheetrock above the window where I slipped and grabbed the curtain and pulled the curtain rod out of the wall (then tried to put it back with spray foam, which kind of worked for a few months). And need to talk to the landlord about the kitchen sink water pressure, since it’s slowed to nearly a dribble. Also, time to replace the toilet seat and the shower/tub knobs. While we’re at it, let’s make a wish to the genie to send us an upholsterer to reupholster this couch, and put new foam in the cushions while he’s at it. Isn’t it funny how long you can just keep ignoring your problems if you work hard enough at it?
Today was a good day. Last night, the boyfriend and I went with one of our good friends to watch Logan (awesome), then met up with four other friends at Holy Ground, my favorite little Irish pub. I didn’t really struggle with not having my cell phone at my disposal, but there were a few times when I was vaguely uncomfortable and realized that typically I’d have Facebook out by now. Both of my girlfriends who were there were on their phones most of the time, and it made me vaguely sad that we couldn’t just all be talking. But we did talk about the photos and stories they were looking at on their phones, so it wasn’t as though I were being ignored. It was just something to think about.
While we were chatting outside by the front door, getting ready to leave, a group of guys in their mid-20’s came up and asked us how to catch the streetcar to head back to the French Quarter. I taught one of the guys how to use Google Maps to find out public transportation schedules and transit times. It was a nice interaction; the wait times were long, so I convinced them to try out this bar instead of heading all the way to the French Quarter. It felt nice to just be chatting to strangers for a second, but maybe because I had the upper hand and they were just being grateful and respectful.
After we got home, the boyfriend and I stayed up and talked for a couple of hours. That was also great, since we’re not on the same schedule anymore, so it’s tough to find the time to connect in meaningful ways. I’ve been way too anxious to go out to public things, so this was the first time in a while that we went out and did a fun thing together, and probably the first time ever where we went out and had fun without either of us getting on social media at any point during the night. Golden.
Today we got up and went to a late breakfast at Horn’s, then ran some errands until it was time for him to get ready for work. I cleaned the house, then went to The Franklin to grab dinner with Dena, a friend from Nashville whom I met on the Camino in 2015. She and her boyfriend Scott are in town before heading off on a cruise tomorrow. It was a wonderful dinner. Neither of them were drinking at the moment, so she and I shared one Estrella Galicia in celebration of Spain, then we had a perfectly lovely dinner with lots of water, and talked Camino, spirit, meditation, life, pain, humanity, all the best bits that I love to discuss. It was so great getting to hang out with the both of them. She’s the first Camino friend I’ve seen in person outside of Spain. Hopefully there will be more of these moments to come.
It just passed midnight, and my blog title is no longer relevant. Whatever, I’m keeping it. It’s time for bed. I picked up a few great books at the free library this afternoon, so I think I’m going to get to sleep now, then wake up and read all morning on the front porch.