The sound of rain battering against my window woke me this morning, then, just as I started to drift again... hailstones. Even though I'd slept like I was dead until that point, I knew the body wasn't up to a run this morning so I kept rearranging myself, first on one side then the other, and remained in a my cocoon for a bit longer.
Still feel a bit queasy, I'd better hurry and sort myself out as I'm back to work tomorrow.
The sun is now shining but it's still cold and I have layers on today. I confess that I have a clashing pattern thing going on, I think it goes, but I may well get home and wonder what was I thinking? We're supposed to be in for a heatwave in June, (from tomorrow,) so I'm eagerly looking forward to finally discarding the boots and scarves.
As usual on my day off, I'm here in my lovely and welcoming Starbucks and I can hear behind me, (but don't want to turn around,) the unmistakable tones of a member of staff who used to work in my last regular Starbucks haunt before it closed down. Problem is, I can't remember her name. I do remember that she always used to call me "Jenny." You know when you miss the opportunity to correct someone without making them feel bad or you're just too polite and then the opportunity is gone and you are forever Jenny? Well, say hello to Jenny. I was just impressed that out of all the customers she must have seen, she remembered it started with a "J!" It even got to the point where if there was a long queue, she would shout down; "usual Jenny?" and I'd answer knowing that she was talking to me. If she's moved to my new Starbucks, I may have to change my name.
Not sure if it's the weather but decision making seems to be so difficult just now. I'm talking about everything; what to wear, what to eat, what to study? Which career? Where to live? I wish I could hand over the reins to someone to do all of the thinking for me. I could have a snooze and they could wake me when everything has been decided. They'd take me by the shoulders, point me in the right direction and then give me a gentle push to get me going. I think the problem is that I've had too much time on my hands lately and too much time to think. When did thinking ever lead to any good? ;)
Last night, I emailed yet another fashion and style emporium to see if I could get some feedback on the jewellery. I'm not expecting a response but you never know. I've contacted various places so far, I've been formal, informal, business like, friendly, funny. After spending three days compiling the latest email, it would probably be described as rambling at best, still, if a fellow rambler reads it, it could all work out okay.
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