Dumpster Diving and Other Stuff

My down-the-road neighbor had a very large mirror leaning against his house for several days. I have been admiring the mirror. I have been trying to figure out how to steal it. I never could come up with anything good, so I just sighed longingly each time I drove by.

Tonight, I passed the dumpster and saw a big mirror. Huh, is that...? Then I passed the neighbor's house. No mirror. Hmm. I turned around.

It's a big, beautiful mirror, in a solid walnut frame, in perfect condition. There is not one blemish or crack. There's a bit of a dirt dobber nest stuck to the glass, but that will clean off with little effort. It's heavy as sin and that's why I don't have a picture- I'm going to wait until tomorrow to wrestle it out of my truck. It's hard for me to lift. I had to hoist up one corner then slide it in.

I cannot believe my luck. I can't believe he threw it out. It's so big, I thought at first it went on a dresser. But no, there's a wire across the back. I think I will have to sweet talk Kevin into hanging it for me. This has to be an antique. It is so lovely and so well-made. I can't believe it was waiting for me.

I sat under the pavilion. I couldn't think of anyone I wanted to escort me. I sat by myself and in a few minutes, here he come. He's younger than I thought. He JUST turned 24 this week. He thought I was 24. He can't believe I am almost 35. I know the age thing shouldn't bother me, but it does. I just think the man should be the older one. I might not feel so bad if he was closer to my age, but he makes me feel a little old and tired. And after talking to him for a while, I don't think it will work. I feel no attraction. We do not share a common interest. We didn't click. Or at least, nothing clicked for me. And I STILL don't know if he's married to Anna. I'm just going to stay in my truck and if he asks again, I'll have to say he's waaaay too young for me.

This whole not finding a mate thing has me questioning past relationships. There have been a couple of times when I wanted to be alone, yet somehow ended up with a man anyway. Now one of those times was when I met Kevin, so I can't say it's a bad thing. A friend of mine pointed out a good man always finds you. Should I stop looking? Supposedly you can't find love when you're searching for it. Several months ago, I found this quote, 'Being alone doesn't mean you're weak. It means you're strong enough to wait for what you deserve.' On the other hand, waiting sucks dishwater.

I had more topics in mind, but my sugar dropped earlier and I still feel drained. I'm going to bed. I just have to get through tomorrow and then I have two wonderful weeks off.