I am sitting here alone for the weekend, hubby is off for a football weekend, and I must admit I am not very happy about it. Normally my friend and I visit a casino where we eat, play some slots, listen to a band and get harassed in the nightclub. Some months ago she entered a relationship with another woman, she always wanted something more steady that I was unable to provide, so she did so with my blessing. Sadly there is a great deal of trouble in paradise and she is looking for a way out. Hopefully.
During the Covid shutdown I bought a bicycle to get out and ride around the neighborhood and still enjoy doing so. It is 3 speed, has a basket and a little dingy dingy bell on it which I am sure will keep me from getting taken out by a Peterbilt
Now we have not been able to buy any rain for over 3 week so with that in mind off I go Wednesday morning. I spot a house with a dumpster in the driveway so I take a look, carpet being torn out and other stuff, hop on my bike and keep going, get as far from my house as I can get and do the skies ever open up. Big Time. No sense racing home as I am already soaked, got there and in the garage runs my ole garage cat, think he was wetter than me. Know he was pissed. Dry him off, I strip down and was a hot shower ever a treat.
Well this morning I get my bike out again, different dumpster in the driveway, this time some furniture, mattresses, etc, and I spot something. There is this bowl barely sticking out under some rubbish. I have a lot of titles in life, wife, lover, grandmother, gardener, creative cook, bartender, caring front office grunt and now a new one. Dumpster Diver. I went after that bowl and was it worth it, a fine bowl one would find at a pottery shop or an exclusive arts and craft show.
Am now tending bar every Sunday afternoon for NFL games, great breakfast crowd and place is packed if the right teams are playing. This Sunday they are. Don’t get to watch any of the action but fun to get caught up in the crowd, still wearing my Bart Starr jersey though we don’t have any Packer fans. Might have to get a Joe Burrow one as we have quite a few Bengal fans, some of them might tip a little better.
Been out back cutting back the summer flowers and garden, so sorry to see them go but all things must come to an end. Firewood has been delivered so I guess I can play snugglebunny in front of a warm fire, those green tights and long leg girdle still works so as long as he is happy, why change. Might ever serve him popcorn in my new bowl, just won’t tell him how I got it.