Five For Friday: Now Randomer Than Ever

 1. I am still in and out of responding to comments in the comments - sometimes I forget, sometimes it doesn't thread properly and annoys me. Some answers to recent questions/comments: I was heretofor unaware of the Scrub Mommy and her (presumed) main squeeze, Scrub Daddy. Now I wish I'd bought one for myself. Also, I am wondering if the Scrub Mommy was created in complaints to only having a Scrub Daddy being sexist (and also oblivious to who, traditionally, statistically does most of the scrubbing). Eve IS very frugal and careful about what she buys, even with my money. 

Does Angus only hang out with handsome, strapping young men? They are usually on a baseball team or colleagues now, who kind of work out for a living, so I guess? When he was home he used to come to my room shirtless to talk to me and grab the upper door frame and lean forward and I would tell him to stop Captain America-ing at me.

Backwards baseball cap is suitable for a staff picture - dream job or what?

Back to the apartment building we put my parents on the wait list for: Common Household Mom was understandably concerned that we be informed on when an apartment becomes available, and reassuringly when the manager was writing down my parents' phone number and email address my mom said "can you put in bold letters CALL ALLISON FIRST?" So we are good on that front. 

2. After some wobbly days, I had a really great week. I went to see The Indigo Girls and Melissa Etheridge at the folk festival with Pam and Sonia. I saw Melissa at Bluesfest a few years ago and have been longing to see her again, and my friend Janet took me to the Indigo Girls for my birthday thirty-ish years ago, and was there too, on the other side of the stage. It was sublime. Melissa Etheridge ninja-ed in for the last chorus of Kid Fears, which made me cry, then she had the Indigo Girls come out to do Sleep While I Drive with her and I cried again. 

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I also watched a really good movie with Collette Friday night - nominally a horror movie but really a trauma metaphor, really well done. 

3. Sunday I went for brunch with Holly and Nat who have the same birthday as each other and my mom, a week early because I will be with my mom this weekend. 

And last night I had dinner with Di and Jody and Angela, friends that I have solely because my daughter is really good at picking friends with kick-ass moms. Jody told the waiter we are Sad Moms because we're friends because of our kids who have all moved away. I said we should maybe switch our story to 'we met when some master criminal was assembling a team for a bank job' to sound less pathetic. You know when you have a three and a half hour dinner that you have some shit to discuss. 

I'm really close to perfecting the half-my-head selfie.

4. We showed up for bar night and our friend Dave, who is sweet and very funny and always keeps things interesting (get you a Dave and a Collette if you want your friend group to always be trying new things, many of which will make you look like an ass, but will also be theoretically be forming the shit out of new synapses and keeping your brain young) had decided that we should all sit in different spots from our usual. Is it odd that we always sit in the same spots? I'm not sure. It's a round table, so it's pretty good for everyone being able to converse with everyone. Anyway, we shifted positions. We made a brief stab and everyone taking on the attributes of whoever's seat we were sitting in, which was unfortunate for me because I was now a basketball-coaching high school physics teacher (I did dazzle them with my knowledge of a kilogram now being defined in terms of Planck's Constant). 

Wrong, all wrong

The conversation is always free-flowing, although sometimes a theme develops. This time, someone mentioned a cast member from MASH, and then someone else said it was a long time before they realized that Trapper John M.D. was the same Trapper John that was in MASH, and I said I was today years old when I realized that. Then there was a protracted, hilarious, fairly embarrassing flurry of trying to remember who played who, further complicated by people confusing the movie MASH with the tv show MASH, and then figuring out who was still alive (Collette has thought Ben Kingsley was dead for the last ten years but is finally over it, but she refused to believe that Jamie Farr is still alive).

Anyway, it was like giving a toddler four rolls of toilet paper to unroll, we were all having a merry time, and then another (smaller) group of people that is also there every Tuesday stopped by on their way out of the bar, and the man leaned towards us with a very serious look on his face and said "you can't be doing this", and he meant sitting in different seats because their group was all confused every time they looked over at us. We laughed a lot, although once they left we agreed that if we had known we were being observed we might have tried to elevate our conversation a little.

5. I thought peaches were over and was unhappily resigned. My personality for most of August is peaches. When there are blueberries I have peaches and blueberries for breakfast every day, but I am also good with just peaches. I got one more basket at Farm Boy on Thursday.

We had some delightfully brisk fall weather, and then some more summer-like heat, which of course many people who are not me were very happy about, but today is sunny but cool. I take every opportunity to read in the back yard because I think being outside as much as possible helps my mood.