Some days, round diamond

Some days, that one extremely rich acquaintance-slash-friend gets engaged, and you find out the ring was a “4.5 carat, round flawless, D color, Excellent cut (XXX)”…

And you think, Well, that sounds nice… big, for sure, but whatevs…

And then a girlfriend tells you that, not only is that “HUGE”, but the stone alone is worth over three hundred thousand dollars…

… and your eyes open really wide, and you sit there with your jaw wide open, and then you start belly laughing, while you begin to process it all…

And then you learn that the proposal was a scavenger hunt that involved multiple locations and a private plane (owned by that same friend-slash-acquaintance who was the one proposing), and you think, Well, sheee-itt…, he really is Christian Grey after all.

And it all feels quite silly instead of depressing in terms of your friend who used to date him, and you giggle uncontrollably for a bit, and end up having a wonderful time with that girlfriend who used to date the early days version of your verified Christian Grey…

So goes life, I suppose…. for some people, anyway… ūüėõ

Which includes the part, I suppose, where this isn’t really a some days for most people… guess this one’s just for me and my life, after all, too. ūüėõ

Post-a-day 2019

My life in a novel

I feel like pieces of my life – almost every day – could be parts of a Sophie Kinsella novel. ¬†Perhaps that is how she writes her novels; she combines all the ridiculous bits of her own life, with the plot of a made-up person’s life. ¬†Even if she doesn’t do that, I think this is good enough validation for me to do that myself. ¬†I mean, let’s be real here: I’m wearing a would-be engagement ring around these days, as though it’s no big deal, and I’m about to start telling people about how amazing it actually is, and how I think it’s a great thing for women to try at some point when they aren’t actually engaged. ¬†How is that standard white bread normal? ¬†Plus, wouldn’t that be a great part of a book about smart yet silly, somewhat crazy girl in her mid-twenties? ¬†Exactly. ¬†I need to start writing my own Sophie Kinsella novels. ¬†She has inspired me and shown me that my life has just enough ridiculous for such a story.

Post-a-day 2018

Where are you?

Today, I met with my mom, aunt, and cousins in Galveston. ¬†I was driving there from my aunt’s house, which is east of Houston (toward Louisiana), and so was scheduled to ride the Bolivar Ferry across to the island (not normally the case, because there’s a bridge to Galveston Island from Houston). ¬†My mom and I usually ride the ferry whenever we go to Galveston, so she scheduled herself to ride the ferry over to meet me as I was first arriving to it. ¬†That way, we could ride it together, if only the one direction.

And so, we kept in touch via phone, so that my mom knew about when to get over to the ferry.  When I was not too close yet, we spoke.  When I was getting somewhat close, we spoke, and my mom headed to the ferry.  But, there was no parking, so we spoke again, so that she could tell me that she was not on foot but in a vehicle.  Okay.

And then I sent her a message (via the handy dandy Siri) to let her know that I was two miles from the ferry landing.  She then called me to tell me that she was about to disembark from the ferry.  Okay.

She calls me a minute later, asking, “Are you about to pass me right now?”

I look up, and see no cars parked to the side of the road. ¬†I glance left, and see her driving in the opposite direction and I am driving, in the line of cars that has clearly just disembarked from the ferry. ¬†Just as I say, “Yes,” I see her face in her vehicle and she seems to look right at me, too. ¬†She gives something like an¬†Okay, and hangs up.

I continue on the road toward the ferry. ¬†Within a minute, I’m stopped in line behind a car, waiting for the ferry. ¬†I see my mom’s vehicle driving up, and am somewhat surprised at how quickly she managed to turn around and get back to the ferry. ¬†She pulls up right behind me and stops in the line of vehicles.

At this point, it it clear that we will not make it onto this ferry, and so will have to wait about twenty minutes for the next. ¬†Since it is cold out, I grab my scarf and put it on. ¬†As I am reaching for my sweater in the passenger seat, I answer my phone with a not-actually-annoyed-but-playing-at-it, “What?” ¬†I look up at my mom in the rearview mirror as I answer the phone, and I see her calling me.

She responds, “Where¬†are you?”

For a moment, I am stunned and cannot speak. ¬†Then, I begin to laugh and I tell her, “Right in Front. ¬†Of. ¬†You.”

I see her looking more carefully at the truck (I’m in the truck), and then we both are laughing, barely able to speak.

I don’t even know what we said after that, but the call ended somewhat quickly, and I went and joined her in her vehicle to listen to Canadian French country western music together.

We joked about it throughout the day as a family, because that was just too good to let alone.

Moms.  Gotta love them.

 

Also, she bought me this stellar ring today. ¬†It has diamonds and everything, and looks totally old fashioned (but clean!) and also totally like an engagement ring (but that wasn’t why I got it). ¬†And it probably would have been an engagement ring if it hadn’t ended up in this particular shop (and I hadn’t gotten it). ¬†I got it, because I just loved the ring, and it made my heart go¬†doki-doki when I put it on after it was cleaned. ¬†I was planning to buy it myself, but then my mom just bought it for me. ¬†So we marveled at it in the sunlight together afterward, and laughed at how people were going to think me engaged now, because I just¬†had to show it off to the world, it was that pretty. ¬†Anyway… that’s all for now. ¬†ūüėõ

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Post-a-day 2018