#scooore

so ok i’m tromping along with this umbrella and kind of like wow how unexpected and awesome! and trying to fixate on that rather than on the dishes and everything and how i’m going to have to do like 4 loads of laundry and whether or not i’ll have enough laundry detergent when like not even 8 minutes later, just as i come to maria’s house-  maria, btw, is this 50-something polish lady who i see every now and again and whose acquaintance i made at a tag sale she was having (i stopped because i saw some vases i thought my mom would like & she ended up giving me a cute poppy-patterned coverlet, a cute purse her daughter was getting rid of, a few cute pairs of shoes-- like whaaat??!)-  she comes running out in her pj’s and pink flipflops, waving me down, and goes “I WAS JUST HOPING I’D SEE YOU COME INSIDE COME HERE COME INSIDE”  so like i do? because that’s so bizarre, i don’t think we’ve seen each other since that tag sale the spring before & p much assumed she’d forgotten about me, and i’m so totally intrigued by how enthusiastic and excited she is and while she’s practically dragging me in, she’s going “oh i’m so happy i saw you- i was just thinking of you!” and “my daughter is pregnant, she’s dumped all her old clothing at my house, she’s saying ‘mom, have a tag sale!’ but i’m too lazy, there’s too much!” and (omg) she goes “and i was thinking: i hope i see that little little girl! because your figure is perfect, you’re so small and have such good taste, like my daughter! i looked out my window and there you were! here, do you want clothes? here, sit down, come here, look through these- there’s so much here” etc etc