Well, here we are, blog-people. People of the blog. Bloggonians.
Today I am attempting a fancy thing which is GETTING MY GROCERIES DELIVERED TO MY HOUSE. It’s a thing you can do here and I’m curious if it’s any good. This makes Dad SO ANGRY.
Dad: YOU CANNOT GET GROCERIES DELIVERED TO YOUR HOUSE.
Me: No, actually, I can. It’s a thing now.
Dad: You’re like a crazy hoarder now.
Me: What does getting groceries delivered to me have to do with hoarding? I promise not to stack the groceries along the wall. I will eat and/or use them.
Dad: I think hoarders and people with no legs get groceries delivered to them.
Me: It is a thing I am trying. I’m pretty sure I have legs.
Dad: You will never see people!
Me: I see plenty of people. All day long.
Dad: Not if you get groceries DELIVERED to your HOUSE.
Me: I’ll see the delivery man, I suppose. And what kind of people would I want to see at the grocery store? You know I hate people.
Dad: I suppose. I think getting your groceries delivered is WEIRD.
Me: Oh, like you wouldn’t do anything you could to avoid humans if you had the option.
Dad: FINE. What’s next? Are you going to send your laundry out to the CLEANERS? Are you going to hire a car to bring you to WORK? It’s like you’re OPRAH.
Me: Yes. Yes, I’m going to do all those things. Every last one of them. JUST LIKE OPRAH.
So YES, just like Oprah, I am waiting for a grocery delivery. (I would think Oprah has someone take care of that for her, but I’m sure Dad knows best.) If it’s silly or doesn’t work, I will just not do it again, but I like the idea of picking out what I want online, ordering it, telling them when I’ll be home, and having them deliver it. It seems like a good use of my time. I probably should have called Oprah, asked what she thinks of this super-awesome delivery service. As we are both very fancy people and I of COURSE have her on speed dial.
I have days of excitement coming up; going to the vet tomorrow with the cats to make sure all is well (once, I went to my vet’s office, and the vet was Irish and the most handsome man ever. There seems to be quite a bit of turnover there and I never see the same person twice so most likely I won’t see him again, but oh, my, was he lovely. Sigh), then Friday going to dinner and a play with friend K. (and then running home right after to review it), and then Saturday it’s work all day, then Office Space drinkalong (or just group watch for those of us who are non-drinky, but still just as fun) with sj and crew in the evening, and then Sunday it’s road-trip day!
Off to Poughkeepsie to see C. and C.’s new house, and drive past the MURDER HOUSE!, and go to lunch, and then it’s off to Kingston to see Spring Awakening, which is only one of my favorite musicals ever. And C. has not seen it yet, so this is going to be VERY exciting! I get to see it with her for her first time! We could not convince her boyfriend to come with us, even though I explained that both sex AND lady-nudity were in this musical, plus a whole SONG where they use the word “fuck.” He was UNMOVED. Oh, the hatred of musicals is strong in this one! But I still get to see him when I see his new house and at lunch, so all is well.
That is many things! ALL the things! ADVENTURES! Then I have a week of relaxingness (well, relaxingish, no more so than normal) then I think I have things going on the last week of March but I don’t know what they are right now other than I’m going to see one of my favorite people play Iago in Othello and I’m very excited about it because a., I haven’t seen Othello staged before, so that’ll be a treat, and b., if you haven’t seen friend N. act, well, you’ve missed one of the best things in life. Every time I see him onstage there’s just this glow you get from watching someone very talented do something they truly love really, really well. It’s kind of the best.
Oh, and I’m going our for Korean food with my theater ladies. We’re trying to do this monthly thing where we get together and try a new cuisine and chat and laugh and bond. So far we’ve done Indian and Thai and this month is Korean month! It’s fun and even anti-social me isn’t too freaked out by it. I am trying to do things outside of my comfort zone. It’s a thing I’m doing. I know, crazy, right?
Otherwise, in the land of Amyville, all is…the same, I suppose. Some things are lovely and some things are not. As, I suppose, things are in everyone’s life, right? I don’t know a single person with a life that’s all sunshine and flowers. The cats are good. Newcat keeps trying to eat Dumbcat’s face and I don’t approve because I like his face the way it is. I keep telling her to stop that. She ignores me in a particularly cat-like way. Dumbcat is mostly unfazed. He’s a pretty cheerful boy. I think we could all benefit being a little more like Dumbcat, to be honest. Someday soon I should be able to see The Nephew, which I am of course the most excited about. I got to talk to him on the phone a little the other day and he was the MOST adorable. He told me he was a racecar, and I said, “I bet you are the FASTEST racecar!” and he said, “YES I AM!” and vroomed off. I would like even the tiniest bit of that kiddo’s energy, I swear. He’s all go-go-go! ALL! THE! TIME! Then he crashes out and sleeps and then it’s time to GO GO GO again!
The groceries have been delivered. And Dad was right. I FEEL JUST LIKE OPRAH! The deliveryman (who Dad was SURE would be a knife-killer but was actually a very nice middle-aged man) even offered to bring them UPSTAIRS for me. I could not allow him to do that, I just felt way too lazy. Other than two things not being the things I ordered (not the end of the world, they were very CLOSE to the things I ordered, I may just have read the website incorrectly) everything was perfect, and other than the poor deliveryman getting lost (I live in a place with terrible signage) and calling me all nervous a couple of times, it went off without a hitch. OPRAH! We are BOTH so fancy right now, aren’t you so impressed?
I might be in and out here the next few days – so much going on! Perhaps not enough time for blogging! Who knows! – but I’ll be back all rejuvenatey next week. Or exhausted. Who knows. Life is just an eternal mystery, isn’t it? SO MUCH HAPPENING!