Harry Won't Be Comin' Around Anymore

Happy Monday!

Was it as hard as it was for you to get out of bed as it was for me?  Damn.  I feel betrayed and cheated from my hour of sleep!  I have no idea how the two older children are going to get up today.  I bet my daughter is still sleeping.  One came home from a movie a little before midnight, and the other at 2:30 am was still awake.  Nicholas woke up at 2 am and came crawling into bed with us.  I don't care what the kids say, I think I will go to bed 9 pm today.  Call me old--I don't care.

Remember when I wrote about "Harry"?  Harry is the guy who has been lingering around the ghetto lobby almost every day.  He wears a beret on his head, and looks very studious, and un criminal looking.  He looks more like one of those artist/intellectual types.  He is very annoying because we see him at the ghetto building EVERYDAY.  I am not exaggerating.  On Friday, he came to visit the lobby 4 times.  Yes--4 times.  In the morning I saw him standing in the hallway.  Then a hour later he was in the lobby.  Then he comes back to the window with more questions.  Then he comes back to say he is coming back to pay his fine.  You can tell he has never been in "trouble" before and I can appreciate why he is being really overly cautious about following the rules.  But, everyday?!  The good news is he won't be coming around for the next 4 months, because he is doing his jail sentence for 4 months.  Thank God.  I don't know about you, but if I had to do four months jail time I would not be hanging around the ghetto. 

More good news:  The receptionist is here!  I don't have to sit in the lobby!  Yay!

Bad news:  The toilets are flooded!  The carpets leading from the men's and women's bathrooms are all wet!  Lovely. 

It's a beautiful Spring day outside--the sky is blue and the little birdies are singing.  I hope to take a walk this afternoon to enjoy the sunshine.  I just have to get over this awful headache.

This weekend was nice, but kind of hectic.  I went to San Francisco with my daughter on Saturday to visit the art college she wants to go to.  I was very impressed by it, but saw far too many bums in the streets smoking dope right there out in the open for all the world to see.  The college was nice, and I can really see daughter getting into graphic art/advertising.  There is also a great theatre department.  She seems real excited.  We sat down and I was pretty impressed by some of the instructors there.  If I was younger-copy writing would be something I would be really interested in.  Oh to be young again...sigh..  She may start in the Spring--we shall see. 

We took some cool pictures in the city in front of a wall of graffiti--colorfully, and masterly done.  We used her camera of course, and she promised to send me the pictures--still waiting.  It's with Erik--I know---I haven't posted them yet.  I look real "bad ass" according to Lizzy.  I confess...I almost peed my pants when I saw myself.  Yes, there were people around, but we didn't care.  They didn't know us.  If bums can smoke dope on the streets we can take embarrassing pictures, right? 

Sunday was slow and uneventful.  I bought flowers to plant; but that loss of that hour really threw me off course.  Even the kids seems to be more unruly than usual.  We had to stop Big Brother (Thank God for Tivo) at least 7 times before we got to see the whole show.  Urrr..  Hubby and I need to go away for another weekend.  We are going next month, but that may not come soon enough. 

Sunday, after my trip to the nursery to buy flowers to plant, I stopped by  the grocery store nearest to it.  It's not the grocery store I usually go to, and I always end up forgetting something because the lay out of the store is different from the one I usually go to.  Don't you hate that?  (I forgot the paper towels!) Well anyway, I get in a line, and I'm putting my groceries on the conveyer belt, when the guy behind me says:

"That register next door is faster.  There is no one there."  (guy) 

I look up and see the guy I saw earlier in the frozen food aisle.  He was hard not to notice because he was the one throwing dozens and dozens of $1 frozen pizzas in is cart.  "No thanks, I'm not going to leave now.  I've already started getting things out of my cart."  (me)

"Oh, but that line is faster."  (guy)

"No, I'm not leaving now."  (me)

"Ooh, but I like this lady cashier."  (guy)

Okay, this guy was asking me to pick up my things and move to the next register, so this lady cashier could ring him up.  I looked at him with disbelief. 

"Um.. Sorry, but I'm not moving."  (me)

"Oh, that's okay..  I'm just saying." (guy)

Can you believe that?  He eventually moved to the next register, and he did finish a little before I did, but before he did, he was eyeing the poor lady cashier's behind.  It gave me the creeps.  Then he reached down and grabbed a bag right behind her.  I think he was actually trying to get her attention.  Well, either she didn't see him, or she paid no attention to him because she didn't acknowledge the guy at all.  I bet that really pissed him off, and I'm glad.  The nerve of some people!  It's still bugging me.