Wednesday Wonders

I wonder... On the flip side of my previous blog...

The last few days have been pretty big downers, only because, well, aside from it taking me over 45 minutes to get to work due to power outages, aside from my car deciding not to start anymore, aside from having to move my desk at work and having my whole organizational routine thrown upside down, but I realized that sometimes it sucks being single.

It started when I went to (an amazing) pole dancing class on Saturday- who is my emergency contact? My parents. Where are they right now? South Carolina. So, that's not very helpful in an emergency, now, is it? Who can I dance for with the new moves I've learned? Nobody.

The rest of the weekend wasn't too bad, because all I did was hole up in my apt and read. Tuesday though, my car decided not to start. Yes. And who did I call? My dad. "What do I do? How can I troubleshoot?" Well, we tried the long-distance description of what to do, and someone from work said "Do you have anyone to take you home or come get you?" My answer was a tentative... "not really...." Luckily there were quite a few people still at work, and you know who they called as they were offering to help me & get me home? Their husbands. I don't even have a guy friend that I could call who might be able to tinker with my car!!!

So one of the guys gets my car going, stupid starter connections, and I swap my car for my parents' while they're out of town. Since the rain and winds are settling in, I figured I should get my fireplace ready to go- and NOT have it billow into my apt. I tried to get wood from my parents' house, but all the good dry wood was stacked too high, so I unknowingly grabbed a bunch of green wood, still needing to dry out for a bit. I stopped by Fred Meyer to get some kindling and firestarters, and a fireplace tool set, and before I knew it I had 3 loads of firewood and fireplace related items, including some of those duraflame logs, to haul up... to the 3rd story apt... by myself. *sigh*

Once I got the fire going, I was really paranoid that the duraflame log was going to put too much carbon monoxide into the apt. I have a friend from college, her and her husband died in their apt one winter, they were found infront of their fireplace.... their flue was blocked (opened, but blocked) and filled their apt with carbon monoxide. And who would have called me during the evening to see how my day went & find that I was potentially unconcious? Nobody.

So, I'm not depressed because of these facts, I'm still pretty darned content with where I am, I'm just wondering if/when things will change for me? Heck, I've even logged on to match.com, and wouldn't you know- not a single person is interested? 2 weeks and not even one wink. *shrug* It's a good thing I'm content with being just me, on most days. I'm still thinking about a dog, but again, I'm not home enough to have a new dog- it's just not fair to the pet.... maybe I can get a guide dog-dropout???

Anyway, that's what's on my mind. I'm going to go make some dinner for one, set my table for one, and eat my dinner at the table tonight.