So, I says to the Boy earlier this week: Do you know what Monday is? He thinks about it for a moment and says: It's the 13th.
Do you know what the 13th is, I ask? He asks me if I'm being a girl and I say yes. He says the 13th will be some number of months that we've been together, for which he gets a poke in the gut. Then he admitted that it's been six months since we met. He's a guy, so I don't think it means much to him, except that I seem to care so he humours me. For me, it feels like a milestone.
Things are still new, but we're figuring them out. We're happy. We probably have more that we're opposites about than we have in common, but we have a lot of fun. He's good for me; not just that he treats me better than any guy has before, but also that he keeps me in check (as I do for him).
He's a wee bit of a redneck, I am a wee bit of a priss. He likes hard rock noise, I like just about everything but. He loves horrors movies, I like (according to him) sap. He's a meat and potatoes guy who likes to eat out. I like vegetables, and prefer to stay in and cook, I have a huge sweet tooth, he's diabetic. So, we compromise, try new things and figure it out.
Next month some time, construction on my basement is supposed to start. There'll be an office for me to work in during the day, but more, this is a means to make room for him. Having lived alone as long as I have, I've said that a separate room to congregate in is a requirement before I could share my very open-concept home with anybody. So, we're getting that in place so that I can start to adjust and get used to the idea of sharing my space permanently Plans are for him to move in when his lease is up next winter.
Target opened in town today. I joined the hoards who went for a tour. I'm not sure if I'll like it. Their stuff seems a little too expensive to be a good deal, but a little too cheap to be high quality. We'll see.
I also stopped to try to find some new food for Tallulah. She has stopped eating much, since Cotton died. She's down about 6 pounds, to the point that her ribs are visible through her curls. A vet appointment didn't find anything wrong, so now I'm trying a different food.
As I paid for the new food, Tallulah sat politely at my side. Unbeknownst to me, she was eye level to a buffalo bully stick and decided to make it her own. It'd be their own dang fault if I took a half chewed bully stick and put it back, but she seemed so happy to have it (upset when I took it away) that I ended up buying it for her. I know - they do that on purpose as a marketing ploy.
Tallulah is going for surgery next week. She's got a cyst that has gone crazy and got infected on the back of her head. It's been weeping for too long, but the final straw was when all the hair around it (2" diameter) fell out. So, I finally bit the bullet and made an appointment to have it removed. While she's under, I'll get them to clean her teeth too.