72 and rainy

The yard dude saga continues. I fired the most recent one about two weeks ago because I had paid ahead and when I said that we were caught up so I didn't owe him anything that week he argued with me and refused to believe me even when I showed him the check and a calendar. He got kind of nasty when I told him that I didn't want him to mow, then or ever. The boyfriend wanted me to buy a mower so he could just do it but that just didn't seem like a particularly good idea. Things are okay on both new, new yard dude (5 bucks cheaper and much nicer to deal with plus he does a better job) and the boyfriend front. Before EC went awol I already had adding a new pack (or flock) member in the works. If all goes well, Q will arrive the first week of August. It's a little bittersweet because I still hold out hope that EC will find his/her way home and I wonder if I should even be allowed to have another bird after The Diva and EC.

Business is good, J and I have been getting together at least once a week and I am very much enjoying the friendship and even seem to be getting to be pals with another client which is nice as well as renewing my friendship with two high school friends. So, that's all good. Everything is pretty good. I just feel a bit blah. It's been very, very hot here so maybe that's it?

I love my air conditioning

Bubba got his ac fixed yesterday. I've been driving around in a big black oven for two years over a stupid eighty dollar fix so the joy of feeling that cold air rushing out of the vents is somewhat tempered by the stupidity I feel for not getting it fixed before. A broken O ring. I drove around all day today singing "I love my air conditioning. Air conditioning is what I love." There's a dance too. The boyfriend is out of town for work but should be back late tonight and then gone again on Sunday. I could have done girl stuff I suppose but mostly I'm content to just have some space and quiet. I don't mean that in a bad way like he's crowding me just that I've lived by myself for a good dozen years so it's a bit of an adjustment for me to have him around so much although I enjoy that too. Anyway, I love my air conditioning!

I'm still alive :-)

Nothing really is up. Same old daily walking routine. EC flew the coop which is distressing but he was sighted last Friday so there is still hope that I'll get him back. I have a boyfriend which is sort of new and interesting for me but mostly nice. I've mostly spent the summer hanging out with the boy, cooking out with friends, using my netflix account to the point of getting put on the "frequent user" list, going out for dinner and getting kinda fat.

One reason I haven't posted is that this new angstless existence is stiflingly dull to write about much less read about! Hope everyone else is managing okay :-)