Wednesday, September 17th, 2008
I’ve become a boring, boring lady. Now that Halloween season is upon us, I’m working nearly all the time, and while I’m working, the TV and I are close personal friends. I watch a lot of idiotic teen shows (Gossip Girl and, inexplicably, 90210) and some good shows (Mad Men, Weeds), and late at night I watch old movies from the ’30s and ’40s and then go to IMDB and read everything there is to know about actors I’d previously never heard of (like Kay Francis) and some I have (like Ingrid Bergman). This makes me want to wear my vintage hats, yet I have nowhere to wear them. I’m dressing like a complete slob – wearing the shirt I slept in and a pair of pajama shorts.
Still, I must admit my daily life isn’t completely without forward motion. I’ve gotten into the habit of walking 2-3 miles on the treadmill every other day and *gasp* even doing crunches. I’ve been soliciting recommendation letters for our adoption profile and compiling photos for it, and writing our “dear birthparent” letter, which only yesterday was officially approved. I sorted the clothes in my armoire – mostly T-shirts and pajamas – and managed to put a huge stack in storage and another huge stack in the giveaway pile, along with four more pairs of shoes. I’ve come up with an idea for a historical fiction novel on a subject that may actually hold my interest long enough to complete it, and I’ve been steadily researching it and writing it a teensy bit every day. I’ve inundated Darwin with baby name suggestions from the possible to the ridiculous until we have two slightly-more-firm-than-tentative names – one for a girl and one for a boy.
And yet I have nothing to talk about with other humans. We’ve done no work on the house, I haven’t gone to see a movie in weeks, I haven’t shopped, I’ve only been rereading books I already read (To Kill a Mockingbird – as good as I remembered it, so good I tried to get D to let me name our possible future son Radley), and nobody but me really cares about the latest happenings on Gossip Girl.
I think what’s missing is the human drama – I have nothing to bitch about. I have few co-workers to annoy me (my sister is probably bored of hearing how irritating our parents are, being that she is quite familiar with the subject) or share gossip with me. My marriage is at present completely happy and devoid of controversy, other than the usual low-level bickering. The adoption is steadily proceeding, but it’s conclusion is still far away and nebulous. Even the dogs have become friends, and Millie has ceased barking her head off (mostly).
And, too, I have nothing to be excited about. At least nothing immediate. Other than a much-anticipated evening with friends this weekend, the only things I have to look forward to are at least a couple of months in the future, after the six weeks of absolute misery that are Halloween season. After that, I’ll be going to visit my friend Kristen in Sacramento, and we’ll finally finish our home study, and D will have some time off, and we might go to New Orleans for New Year’s again. And after that, maybe just maybe a baby.
So I guess this is just an on-the-way-to-somewhere moment, and, as it so often is, the trip there is completely boring. Forgive me, friends. I must be boring for a while longer.