it’s alive!

jodi may be the internet’s sweetheart, but i have famous bloggers hunting me down to request, nay, demand new posts. i’m craved by the public! they yearn for me when i’m absent! ahem.
this post is dedicated to kevin, who influences us more than he knows.
so, it was a blurry three days, filled with polyurethane and celluloid. as i’ve written elsewhere, i don’t remember friday, but saturday was spent on chores and an entire afternoon devoted to the wonder which is ikea. i love the swedes. i finally succumbed to the guilt of having deprived my father of his patio table for the last four years so i had a place to put my african violet and my keys in the kitchen and bought myself a table of my own. after a depressing trip to the home improvement store to purchase varnishing supplies (where i stood waiting for assistance for almost twenty minutes while paint guy flirted with short-shorts girl — i suppose i wasn’t nubile enough to warrant an “i’ll be right with you”), i returned home to assemble my new furniture and begin the fun sunday morning.
i wanted to do all the stinky work on the balcony, but the weather didn’t cooperate, so it had to be done in my living [sic] room with all the windows open to ventilate. of course, it was chilly and rainy so nothing dried with any speed and i was forced to wear layers of ugly-yet-warm clothing. but it was an interesting adventure in home improvement. as of yesterday afternoon, the second and third coats have been applied and i’m just waiting a day before it gets moved to it’s permanent home for regular use. it’s so smooth and shiny and i did it all by myself (with lots of advice from dad). i’m giddy with pride in workmanship.
in between those three coats, i managed to get out and see three movies: moulin rouge, amelie and signs. they were all very good and i liked them all a lot. some more than others, all for different reasons. i’m very glad i saw them all. i’ve had a lot of popcorn this weekend. i may pop. truly.
yesterday brought an interesting surprise in the form of a ghost from my past. this happens to me surprisingly often, a person i thought i’d never hear from again, who i was certain didn’t want anything to do with me, comes out of the woodwork to tell me how they’ve missed my presence in their life, thought of me often, wondered how i was faring. it’s funny, because i do that. i think back on people i’ve known and send a small mental “hope you’re doing well” card.
this reunion has brought up a lot of old feelings and it’s both exciting and disturbing for us both. i don’t know what is going to come of it and, honestly, i don’t care. i’m just enjoying it for what it is, a reconnection with someone i cared for very much at one point in my life. the chance to catch up and feel a little thrill again. i missed that little thrill.