Self cannot for the life of her figure out why The Man comes home with bushels of corn, pots of tomato plants, fresh tomatoes, oranges etc etc, week after week. Someone in his office plies him with the produce. Last night, self was just congratulating herself on finally having consumed the last two pieces of corn from Anonymous Donor, when The Man walked in the door with – a whole armful of new ears of corn. Whoever this person is, we must write a thank-you note. Or send a box of Godivas. The Man says everyone in his office gets provided with produce by this generous farmer/tech worker. So now this is the way self imagines The Man’s office: big glass building, industrial park in East Bay, farmer/tech worker, drives to work in a pick-up laden with produce, hands them out. Self had a long career working (first as a program administrator, then as a part-time teacher) and not once in all that time did any office colleague approach this level of generosity. No corn, no tomato plants, no oranges, no giant Harry & David pears. Nothing. Funny, but we’ve attended two office parties now, and on both occasions self and The Man have sat in splendid isolation with people The Man doesn’t know. Except for one sort of plump, lively girl who kept asking The Man to snap her picture. Self does remember her because she was extremely, extremely giggly. Is Giggly Girl the Farmer?
Is self going to be able to enjoy watching James Franco and Seth Rogen’s movie “This is the End” (Eric D. Snider rating: B) or is she simply too old to sit through a movie that’s “a bawdy, marijuana-scented inside joke about the Apocalypse”?
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When she backed her car out of the driveway yesterday, both the brake light and the oil change indicator on her Dashboard lit up. Does this mean her car is finally going to give up the ghost? She offered it to Sole Fruit of Her Loins for the summer, as he has a job in Menlo Park. If her car did indeed give up the ghost, how will son get to work? More important, how will self be able to do anything? Won’t this mean having to get a new car? No, two new cars, one for son and one for herself? Who can afford buying two new cars simultaneously? Possibly The Man? Can she even broach the subject with him?
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.