Oh, I Think So

She Is Where and Oh, I Think So are taking the week off.  Please consider this from the New York Times: http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2013/05/26/sunday-review/26corn-ch.html?ref=sunday

They saw each other a few times a week, then every day, then every day and every evening, then every day and evening and most nights, at her place and at his, because each had a mattress that the other liked.  They agreed on political issues, movie choices, and that latex foam is a great idea for a mattress but makes a less than ideal pillow.  They talked on the phone a couple of times a day.  He met all her cousins and aunts and uncles.  She met his dad and Skyped with his sister, who lived in distant farmland outside of Lansing, Michigan, and was a professor of animal husbandry at the state university. "I grow my own veggies, I make my own pickles, I keep chickens and Shetland ponies," said his sister.  "Please don't judge me." "I hardly cook," she said to the sister, "and went through a long stretch where I killed every plant that came into my home.  I finally solved that problem." "Stopped overwatering?  Remembered to water the...

When he picked her up on Saturday, Mike parked the car and buzzed her apartment.  She let him in and gave him a quick tour.  She was glad she'd done a thorough cleaning that morning. "I like your furniture," said Mike.  "We seem to have similar taste.  I like your color scheme very much." "Thanks," she said.  "I call it 'amazing accident.'  I sort of found what I needed and it happened to go with other things I already owned." "It all looks well thought out.  You also look well thought out, if you don't mind the compliment," Mike said with a smile. "I try," she said.  "And thank you." "So," said Mike.  "Shall we?" They left her apartment and walked to his car, a few houses up the street.  As predicted by Mr. King, it was a new white Cadillac.  He opened the door for her and closed it after her.  The ride was very smooth and he wasn't a scary driver.  Almost everyone...

She was exhausted when she fell asleep to the flickering light of the TV, sleeping so hard she didn't move once in night and when she woke up just before the alarm clock, she realized that everything had changed for her. She realized that her job was just another dead end but with a little more respect and a lot more responsibility.  Her apartment, the one she'd sworn she'd leave with the new job but had not, was serviceable and fine.  She'd managed rarely get together with Lee, someone she considered to be one of her closest friends.  Her love life did not exist and she was probably being played by a very handsome man and his large friend.  Work was drama and this Connie Stones thing -- whatever it was -- was super high drama. She knew that the drama was over. She felt relieved, better than she'd felt in years.  She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and smiled.  She would find a new job and lose all contact with Con and Kevin.  She would ...

She Is Where and Oh, I Think So are taking a week off. Enjoy our conundrum: Detroit Metropolitan Airport

When she got home from work that night, the phone rang and there was more of the same -- heavy nasal breathing, a car horn, static.  She hung up and called right back using the return call feature her carrier provided and, yes, it was the Nazi-lover, being a stalker.  She told him who it was -- didn't he have Caller ID?  Why didn't she have Caller ID herself?  She used to have Caller ID but that phone broke -- and that if he did it one more time, she'd call the police. "Fine," he said, and hung up. That might have been that but she got in her car and drove to a nearby Radio Shack and bought their least expensive regular phone with a Caller ID feature.  When she plugged it in at home she thought, there, now that really is that. Sixty seconds later the phone rang. "Caller unknown.  Number unknown," said the Caller ID.   Of course it did. "Hello," she said tentatively. "Hey," said a familiar voice that sounded far away.  ...

She Is Where and Oh, I Think So are taking this week off. Enjoy this picture of somewhere that I am not this week:                                                                           Photo by E M Nowak