Dec 06 2001
Rainy Thursday
It’s been raining the past couple of days. If I could control the weather, I’d only have it rain when most of us were asleep — say, between the hours of 11 p.m. and 4 a.m. Seems completely reasonable to me, but I’m sure it wouldn’t seem that way to confirmed night owls.
It was raining hard enough that I took the bus in to work this morning. Every time I take the bus, I remember why I stopped taking it in the first place. The waiting. The stinkiness. The crowdedness. The boring conversations. The breathtaking rudeness of one’s fellow passengers. Note to self: walk or take a cab.
Yesterday, I had about an inch and a half cut off my hair. Good-bye, trailer trash split ends! I hadn’t had my hair cut since June, so I had to fill Mauro in on all my bad news. He was really sweet — he lost his own father a couple of years ago, so he understood and just gave me a big hug.
Mauro, on the other hand, had wonderful news. He’s getting married next year! The last time I saw him, he was bubbling over about his new girlfriend, a fellow (sister?) Brazilian named Juliani. He’s dated a *lot*, and even then I thought “This one’s different.” And so it is. Of course, since it’s Mauro, there is a tiny bit of scandalousness attached to his getting engaged to a lovely, church-going girl. She’s 20 years younger than he is. Despite my mother’s disastrous second marriage to a guy half her age, and Hollywood grandfathers teetering on the edge of the grave fathering children, I do think that in some cases it’s the person and not the age. I hope these two have a lifetime of happiness ahead of them.
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