Wisdom and folly

“Some people take more care to hide their wisdom than their folly.”
~ Jonathan Swift

So finally, for the first time in what feels like a hundred years, I have absolutely no romantic entanglements to deal with. I walked away from the last one with no regrets; in fact, I felt such a huge sense of relief when it was officially done that I skipped down the street, whistling.

OK, not really – but I do feel good about it. It wasn’t right for either of us, especially me, and I’m just tired of banging my head against a wall when it isn’t going to get me anywhere but concussed and bitchy. And being bitchy just takes Too Much Energy for my tastes.

However, I did see That Someone over the weekend. I hung out with my friend Lori (the bar manager where I worked last summer and will probably work part-time this summer), and through the course of running around the North Country, she and I ended up at his cabin along with a few more friends. It was a great weekend; sort of felt like the first few days of camp when I was a kid, reuniting with all my friends from summers before.

We had the bonfire roaring, .38 Special on the radio, lots of talking and laughing. It was truly a great night.

And yeah, he kissed me.

So what?

Different topic, but I just feel the need to express my gratitude that I live in a part of the world where a size 12 is not considered heifer.

And really, that’s about all I got for ya today.