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C-Dawg's Week in Review
I called
Nolan's girlfriend to ask her about how a plant
that I once had sent to their house by
Harry & David had arrived
(i.e., in full bloom, an apparent pot of dirt, or something in between).
I told her that I was considering sending something like that to my
dentist's office, but didn't want to do so if it would be
days or weeks before they could display it in the office. (Since they're
on the
sixteenth floor, they could hardly just set it outside the
door until it was ready.) She remembered that I had to some degree
attempted to socialize with a woman who worked there, which pleased
me. She said it arrived in a suitable condition, and urged me to do
it. She was quite
adamant, actually.
I showed up
bright and early at the dentist's office in
Oxnard. I wimped out of sending the flowers.
(I have this odd problem: when I send someone a gift like
that, it can be hard for me to have them put a greeting on
the label, because it seems too much like requiring a
response of some kind, which I don't. Sometimes there are
other reasons, though. On the phone, Nolan's girlfriend
mentioned to me that it was odd that I hadn't put a message on
it -- the company had put just my name there, which I didn't
know they were going to do -- for which I apologized, but
said that leaving it blank was probably better than saying
what I reaaly would have liked to. She agreed.)
Instead, before going in, I
waffled on the question of
whether to bring in some
Girl Scout cookies that I'd brought for
that purpose; I finally decided to do so, and when I entered the
office, nobody was in the reception area so I just left them on
the desk.
After waiting a while in the dental chair, Dr. Razi, possibly the
best dentist in the whole world, sneaked up behind me, gave
me a short shoulder massage, and told me it's always a
pleasure seeing me at the office (where I've been four times this
year, but this was the last routine maintenance of my NightGuard;
I won't be back until July for a cleaning).
Unfortunately, Seanette was not in the office; she wasn't there
the last time I went, either. :(
After spending the whole day not asking him, I called Nolan in
the evening to ask if I could take him to lunch the next day
(Friday being his
twenty-fifth birthday). His girlfriend
answered the phone, and I confessed to the cookies-for-flowers
swap, then she put on Nolan and he assented to the lunch plan.
Went to lunch with Nolan and had a great time. We went to a
new
sushi place two blocks off of State Street. (In
Santa Barbara, if you're not on State Street,
you're in the
boonies.) A good deal, too: six pieces of
nigiri,
eight pieces of
tuna roll, and soup for $10.
In the evening, while entering the supermarket, I came up behind a young
lady in a long burgundy crushed velvet dress, with a black jacket, and softly
said to her that it was a very nice outfit. She looked around, with a look of
who the heck is that? on her face, then smiled and thanked me, while
I noticed that she was very pretty also. That wasn't so hard!
Today, I have to put down in writing all the things I've been
composing in my head the last few days. My dad sent an email to
his three sons, lamenting the fact that our
family unit is not as tight as it could be, and asking for his
birthday that we all communicate with each other. My oldest
brother (who I haven't seen in years, and hear from very infrequently)
started off, and was quickly followed up by the middle one. That leaves
it to me....
I got quite a bit done with the letter to my family, still have a lot to go.
But today, I went
geocaching for the first time. A guy at work started doing
it a while ago with his wife (a natural offshoot of the monthly radiotransmitter hunt they
engage in). I mentioned it to
Edward, and
he asked if he could go, too. Of course he was welcome (and when he joined
us there, I (not for the first time) had my breath taken away by how
beautiful
he is). The
cache was in the
Douglas Family Preserve; unfortunately, we
found it in about fifteen minutes after entering. I left a
Mozart CD.
Edward took a black bandana which he wore amazingly well with his
camouflage
pants and white
t-shirt. :) I am assured that the next one will be harder....
Things I've learned lately
Here are some gustatory facts from a
bachelor who doesn't cook:
- There is a lot more lettuce in a head of Romaine than
in a head of red leaf.
- Belgian endive, while a change of pace, is crispy but has virtually no taste. One
of the higher cost-to-benefit ratios that you can find in the produce section.
- The Braeburn apple is a delicious addition to your apple
repertoire. If you like Granny Smith, you'll probably like
Braeburn even more; it's just as crispy and sweet, without
Granny's slight acidity.
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