So, I published my appoinment calendar for remote access, and I’m sitting down here at BearBears on some stray wireless network, enjoying the fresh laptop battery and new internal WiFi card I bought off ebay recently. I bought an internal card because the laptop already had internal antennae installed in it, and I found a brand new OEM a/b/g card for $14.99. So for an investment of right around $100, I have a very serviceable laptop that I can use out and about, and still be able to make client appointments. This situation wouldn’t be possible without the friends and acquaintances I have made on LiveJournal. Thanks especially go to Fuzzyjay for offering the computers in the first place.
I looked up to see a red-headed man in cycling pants and a team tanqueray shirt, bent over in a hamstring stretch. Grabbing his beverage, he slurps upon his green tea frozen confection as he strides across the street to his yellow SUV, disappearing from view. Several patrons read the BAR, their papers rustling as they turn the pages. The blandly inoffensive music wafts its way to our ears, and a bald-headed employee offers samples of their pastry wares. People are smiling, and the sycamore trees are in full leaf. Some of the regulars sit outside, grousing about this or that. Others stare blankly into their coffee, lost in thought.
A pit bull tied up to the parking sign stares intently at the door, her master getting a caffeine fix and a biscuit for the pooch. Sniff, sniff, sniff goes her nose. Fuzzygruff and Doubleoh_Steven just arrived, and parked themselves outside at a table, joining another group of regulars. Nizario’s Pizza beckons enticingly to me, reminding me that all I’ve had to eat today is a package of cinnamon graham crackers, a cup of coffee, and an iced green tea. I can almost taste the pepper in their sauce.
Munch, munch, munch, the pit bull gets her treats, and off they trot together, tail a-waggin’. Some young toughs come in to replace them, each ordering at the counter. The room is filling up with beautiful people, and laughter and hugs fill the space. Off comes a pair of dark sunglasses, revealing a startlingly blue pair of eyes. Oh, they’ve turned my way, and a dazzling smile flashes out from behind his bushy brown mustache.
I ask myself how I feel about the end of things with Mike. I don’t really understand what happened, and he won’t tell me. He tells me that the Wellbutrin he started taking right after the second visit has been helping, but he had some strange mood swings, and just woke up one morning not wanting to be involved anymore. Well, he is all the way across the country, and while I worry about him, and want what makes him happy, I have my own struggles to focus upon to invest any more energy on that. It was fun while it lasted.
RampageBear just arrived, and sat down with Gary and Steve and the gang. Some aging queen with chunked hair just stared at me through the windows, not-so-subtly licking his lips. I look back down at these words and he wanders off. The beverage delivery guy across the street wheels his handtruck back and forth into the Midnight Sun, and the butchest scissor sister I’ve seen in a long time just swaggered by, boi in tow.
The sun if inviting me to go sit outside, so I think I’ll go do just that.