I'm up for review today. Hopefully the Dingos will be kind (and generous).
I have much to contemplate (we won't talk accomplishment just yet) this weekend. I need to move soon and/or get a roommate. I love my house, but it's just more than I can handle alone. I need to up my walking program - time marches on, and I need to as well. I have all manner of creative projects that I need to get done. I've been neglecting them in my self-imposed 10-day creative sabbatical.
And, here I am, smack in the middle of The Dating Game. Ugh. I've never been good at it. It's as if someone dropped me on to the playing field in the middle of a game, with no instruction, and inadequate protective devices. I'm not good at the game, I'm not good at any game (unless you want to play cribbage or euchre). I don't know how to be coy. Subtlety is not something with which I'm graced. And yet, as autonomous as I am, I dislike being alone. I miss cuddling and being hugged on a daily basis. I miss the connection - I'm just not good at being unplugged. No, I'm not whining, nor am I desperate - I'm just talkin' here. Y'all have been here through this much, you might as well continue.
*cue Marlon Perkins's voice*
Join me for a look at the 46 year old female as she tries to re-connect with the male tribe. Can a slightly flawed specimen find a new mate among The Great Unwashed? Tune in as we explore the intricacies and pratfalls of... The Wild Gypsy on the Prowl.