Oh boy...so I just thought that I had to make up for missing a day. And that last post was super angsty. I'm trying to swear that behavior off, I promise I am. Anyway, I can't lie. The angst is just under the surface and my heart is pretty much behaving erratically. One minute calm. Next minute, not so much. Back and forth. I'm really trying not to think about Monday. But isn't it typical? When you are trying to not to think of something, it just keeps coming back to you. Over and over and over. So I can write...gives me something else to think about!
Here I am trying to distract myself. I'm watching my new fave show. Nope...not Biggest Loser! Surprise!!! My new fave is Castle. (But don't worry...still heart Biggest Loser.) I'm really into it because I think it's funny and campy. What can I say? I'm a sucker for campiness. Books like The Scarlet Pimpernel. Shows like The A-Team. I used to like CSI. Hmmm...I don't think that was every really campy though, and then that became sort of gore filled and dark. In fact, I swore off all such shows because I was sick of how they took themselves so seriously. Law and Order, Bones, Criminal Minds.
But a show about a writer...HELLOOOOO!?! That and I think Nathan Fillion is pretty adorable in that funny, self-effacing sort of way. Yes please! Of course, I watched. I loved. And now I'm sitting here in the living room. It's Saturday night. I'm alone and happily camped in front of Hulu Plus, thank you very much!
And that got me to thinking about being alone. I'm alone a lot and I think about it a lot. But tonight it hasn't been in a sad, self-pitying sort of way. I'm working on that, too. The self-pity thing. Useless and destructive, self-pity is. So I'm actually working really really super hard on ridding my life of that particular indulgence.
Anyways, back to the whole being by my lonesome. I remembered this one particular sort of perfect afternoon. I decided I wanted to go to Eastern Market in D.C. This was pre-burned down Eastern Market. I haven't been to new, shiny Eastern Market. Anyway, I decided to hop on the metro instead of drive in because I hate driving in D.C. Anyone who has driven in D.C. knows why. Traffic circles and the four grid sectors...K Street NE...K Street NW...K Street SE...K Street SW. How does one ever know where in the world one is in that city? Stick to the mall, I say. And Eastern Market isn't on the mall. So I can't drive there.
So there I was, going into Eastern Market on a Saturday afternoon all by my lonesome on the metro. I was feeling very grown-up, very East Coast girl. It was September, closing in on fall, so the city wasn't so hot and sticky like it is in the dead heat of summer. I even had on my cute orange J. Crew sweater. I bought some crisp apples, of the Fuji variety. Thanks Alison...for introducing me to my fave apples. I heart them. I bought some fresh veggies and wandered through the jewelry and art.
And you know what I thought, walking back to the metro at the end of the afternoon out...my afternoon out? I'm pretty good company for myself. And it isn't so bad, having a fall-ish afternoon to wander around Eastern Market all by one's lonesome, just to see what one can see. To buy a few yummy apples and some vegetables and to ride the metro there and back again. Actually, it's pretty awesome.
And you know what else? A quiet evening at home with some Castle isn't so bad either.
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