That’s about the only word I can use to describe how I feel right now. It’s not a bad “blah”, so much as a really, really tired one. It’s also not really a bad “tired” – just… ah. No words for it.
It’s been a busy last little while. We have made The Hummingbird’s sojourn here a little more “official”, which has required a few meetings and several thousand forms to fill out. I have not yet got all the forms filled out, in fact. Once I have it all done, I think I might own the kid. If that turns out to be true, I’m going to sell her on eBay, just to pay for all the miles I’ve walked and all the “signaturing” I’ve had to do.
Tonight is the first chance I’ve had to work on a post – The Turkey made supper… cuz she’s a good kid, and I’m a bad mom. Actually, I probably would have remembered to make it myself, if I hadn’t spent three hours dancing around the living room with her, so it’s all her fault anyway.
But, I’m full of rice (She made rice. Just. Rice.), and so I’m now powered up enough to tell you all what Ruby has to say about Leap years…
Is this year really a Leap year?!
Well, now – here’s your chance!
Me: My chance for what…?
For a man!!!! (And she cackles long and loud, clapping her hands.)
Me: Ruby! I don’t want a man!
Me: I don’t!!! Besides, if I did want a man, why could I only get one on a Leap year?!
Because on a Leap year, the girl gets to do the askin’! Haven’t you ever heard of a Sadie Hawkins?!
Me: You mean, as in a “Sadie Hawkins dance?”
Yes, a dance! And the girl does the askin’! We only had them on February 29th… Leap years. A girl could ask a man to the dance, and she’d go pick him up and the whole nine yards. They were lots of fun! And they worked, too, you know… there’s more old maids married during Leap years than any other. Or there used to be, anyway. Times have sure changed. (sighs)
Me: I’ll say…! We used to have Sadie Hawkins dances in high school, but we had them every Hallowe’en, not just on Leap years…
Well, you cheated, then. They’re supposed to be on February 29th, not Hallowe’en.
Me: So, why not take your Leap-year-given right, Ruby, and go out and get yourself a man this year? You’ve still got a few weeks to pick one out.
Me?! What am I gonna do with a man?!
Actually, every now and again, I sometimes wish I did have a man. You know, to take me out to dinner and then out for a drive. Then he’d have to go home.
You know, after Roy died, I had a friend who kept trying to tell me how to get a man. She used to say I should go to the grocery store and look for some poor confused-looking fella and help him tap a melon or something. She’d say men are so grateful over stuff like that that they’ll up and ask you out next thing you know! (laughs) Or she’d say, “Ruby, go to the laundromat. Help some poor idjit fold his clothes. He’ll follow you right home, you’ll see!”
Me: So did you go to the laundromat, then?
Of course not! I’ve got my own washing machine! I should have maybe done just that back then, though, now I think it over.
Me: Well, it’s not too late, is it? And it’s a Leap year!
No… I should’ve gone twenty years ago. I wasn’t so buggered up then as I am now.
Random Song for the Day: “New Soul” – Yael Naim