I'm probably being maudlin. It has been known to happen. I just don't know what to do. I'm falling for someone, probably have already fallen, for an old friend. He and I have had this round about-ness in our relationship, well, forever. We honestly should have dated at least 4 times over the last decade or so, but it just never worked out. And then last year, all because of a library book, I ran into him again.

The thing about this library book is that I was going to return it, twice & instead of returning it, I kept renewing it, until I finally broke down & read it. On the day that it was due this final time, I ran into him at the library, which, in turn, renewed our friendship.

Now, he is rather a capricious man. I know this, have known this and had learned to accept this from him. Pretty much, I would check in, keep tabs on him, & he would surprise me from time to time. We began to get close, seriously close, to the point where I thought that we might actually start dating, but once again, things took a turn. He had been sick, feeling really, really shitty. They thought he had Mono. He pulled back. We had the whole, "I'm not ready to date right now," chat. I barely talked to him for months. I had not seen him since Christmas.

I promised him once that I would keep on texting him and calling the random phone call just so that he wouldn't forget that *someone* gave a shit about him. Finally, he called me back. He admitted that he had been avoiding me, that he was afraid to call me. And then he dropped the bomb. He's Sick, really ill, with something that could kill him.
He admitted that he was grateful for me and our friendship and that he loved me. Although, I felt suckerpunched, I can't begin to comprehend what he's been going through.

Now, afterall of this, because of THAT conversation, we've managed to, at this time, cut through the bullshit. Last night we went out on what was most definitely a Date, an actual date, not the non-date date that I was originally classifying it. It's insane. We're in a place where we admit how we feel about each other, we really, REALLY enjoy each other's company, & now, well, it's all fucked up. It's the best relationship that I don't think I can ever have. God's sense of humor, well, let's just say I find it Sorely lacking right now. :(

I once heard an Episcopal Deacon friend of mine say that trying to organize a large group of clergy and get them some place on time is like herding cats. I laughed very hard when I heard that statement. I can honestly say that trying to organize a group of Episcopal 20's & 30's causes pretty much the same feeling.

I never, *NEVER* thought of myself as a type A personality and then I became the leader of my church's 20's & 30's group. It is this group that brings out more of my control freak tendencies than almost anything else that I've ever done. Yes, I am a control freak and, generally, I'm happiest just getting shit done myself because then I'll *know* that it's done and it's done as it's going to get. Even as a teacher, however, I'm getting pretty good about delegating and trusting that it's going to get done. I've been trying this whole delegating things with my church peeps and they're driving my fucking crazy!!! They say they're going to do things and then they don't!!! Either I'm just going to do everything my freaking self, which means that I probably *won't* be the leader for very long, or I'm going to turn into a raging bitch until everything gets done! I suppose I could try going for that whole Southern Sweetness but I'm not from the South and don't think I could pull it off for very long. Hmmm... Frankly, I'm at a loss. I'm just kind of sick of the disappointment, you know? I know they all have lives, but so do I and I would like a weekend where I don't have to worry about things that I shouldn't have to worry about, but am. *Sigh* And so it is... Have a lovely weekend, E-Peeps!

Forever and a day. I'll admit that I have been a very bad E-Stripper. I shan't promise to be be better about it. I know that I probably won't be. At least you're always here... It's comforting, you know.

Right now, I'm feeling generally disconcerted. I hate that feeling. I spent almost 9 hours at my church today, prepping and cooking for a reception that's tomorrow afternoon. A reception that I feel got dropped in my lap after I tried to get a straight answer about it over 2 weeks ago. Anyway, thanks to Diartiste, well, she and I managed to get a great deal done and whether or not the others, who are supposed to be helping me, actually help me or not, I *should* be okay. I use that word loosely. It's pretty bad when one cannot trust "friends" from church to be trustworthy and reliable...

And on top of all of this, I have lesson plans to do and materials to create.

A depression seems to be lurking... Hmmm... Is it the Gin that I'm drinking or the pressure that I'm feeling or something else all together different...? I just don't know.

I have missed you, E-strip. :) Thanks for being here!

Yesterday, I ran some errands with my parents. I was gone from the house I live in for three hours. There were no bees in or around the house when I left. When I returned, I heard "BZZZZZ"-ing and thought, "Shit! How did Flies get in?" (I have a problem with flies. They get in, live and reproduce and die up in the sky lights and, well, the ceilings are REALLY high in this house. I just can't get at them, so I curse them- A LOT- but there have been no flies this year...) Anyway, it wasn't flies (Thank GOD!) but bees- lots of bees- There were about a dozen inside the house and whole mess more swarming outside the house. I have no idea where they came from, nor how they got in. Needless to say, I called the exterminator who said that they would be here, today.

I woke up this morning and all of the bees that had gotten in had died. The exterminators arrived around 20 after 8 this morning. No bees, anywhere, except for the dead ones in my house. The exterminator then told about a house he went to yesterday that had called because there had been HUNDREDS of bees in the house. The owner sprayed the ones inside. The exterminator went to spray the house and there was no sign of the bees- ANYWHERE! My house is Deja Vu all over again! So beware, E- Peeps, of roaming gangs of bees! You could be next.

I'll have to ask our resident Bee expert what this means. It sounds like a Bee Scooby Doo Mystery.

Last Friday, I had a small dinner party for my BFF, Di. I baked and cooked all day. I made a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting from Scratch, as her birthday cake. I even toasted the pecans that were in the cake and the frosting. Seriously, it is an amazing recipe- totally scrumptious. For dinner itself, I made baked butternut squash, coated in olive oil and spices, topped with parmesan cheese; a roasted sweet pepper salad- in which I actually roasted the peppers in the over; baked sweet potatos; and steak. What makes all of this so striking is that I don't cook, not very often at least. I live by myself and my mother is an amazing cook and lives next door. I don't actually need to cook very often. Let's face it, it isn't very fun to cook for one's self. If I can get by with chopping up veggies and whipping up a quick batch of hummus, then I'm pretty happy. The thing that I discovered last Friday is that I do, very much, enjoy cooking. Tonight, for no other reason than I felt like it and I had the ingredients, I made Snickerdoodles. They'll be fabulous with a lovely cup of tea. All of the sudden, I want to bake- everything! It's very bizarre. Is this what barely working does to a person? I don't know....

On the agenda for this evening 1. drink tea and eat Snickerdoodle (it is fun to say!) 2. grout tile downstairs in family room ( I laid it two days ago, it's time to grout! Fun wow.) 3. Talk to Boy

Can you stand the excitement?