July 29
No photo op has presented itself today or any day.
I'm going to launch right into this without any "This is why I haven't been writing!" preamble. Pretend I wrote something about what I was doing. Pretend I was in jail or on a secret spy mission or something. Because I WAS.
So, you know my mailing list? All you page-readers-but-not list-joiners missed a truly, truly fine time yesterday. I mean, how often is it that you'll stumble across something--okay, in this case a PHOTO--on the web, completely by accident while you're looking for something else entirely? And how often will you find a photograph of something that you've already discussed AT GREAT LENGTH, with the person OR THING (what? it COULD be a thing!) wearing (well, okay, it's not a thing, I confess) exactly something you've written about?!?! I mean, if you've been a longtime reader of mine, this photographic evidence eliminated any need for me to EVER DO ANY FURTHER EXPLAINING, even if I was planning on it, which I wasn't. Anyhow. I found the most perfect photograph EVER, but I'm learning from my past. I'm not posting that shit on my page, no sirree.
For those of you who KNOW WHAT I MEAN, heh heh, was I right or was I right? I was right, right? See?! I'm a better writer than you all thought! I hit that shit RIGHT ON THE HEAD.
The downside of that all, and I'm only going to talk about this very briefly, because like, 70% of you have no idea what I'm talking about, but--I was walking through the basement of my building the other day, and came across a giant crate with THAT PERSON'S name on it. Further inquiry lead to the sad discovery that s/he is MOVING IN. That's right. SAME BUILDING.
A Boring Mystery:
Yesterday morning, I drove to my corner and noticed something sort of peculiar.
In the more than 7 years I've lived in New Haven, I have lived on Philip Street. Imagine MY surprise when I came to the corner and noticed a brand new sign stating that I was at the corner of PHILLIPS Street.
The hell? I called Nick. "Did they change our street name? Have we always lived on PHILLIPS Street, and just not known it?!" We concurred that our street has always been PHILIP and that the sign was incorrect.
Guess what? It IS incorrect. They're going to fix the sign tomorrow! Mystery SOLVED.
And you all wondered why I stopped writing. That's the kind of thing going on in my life, incorrect street signs! It doesn't exactly make for a thrilling read, does it? Maybe next time you'll think twice before you write me all "Please write more!! We miss you, Dana!! You're sexy and hot and wonderful"*
*Note: I've gotten no such mail. You all suck.
Additionally: Angelo and Eleanor are JUST FINE! Thanks for asking. Our trip to Indiana went better than I could have possibly hoped.