Solitary Confinement

I’m alone. It is so weird, but I have been home (in Michigan) alone since Thursday. I hate being alone. I’m so used to having kids, cats, and dogs underfoot that all this silence is driving me nearly crazy. Well, maybe not. I’m nearly crazy already.

I’m here to work through the packing, loading and moving on Monday and Tuesday as well as to make sure the house shows at its best for the Open Houses scheduled for today and tomorrow. Today’s is over. I suspect that it didn’t go well based on the fact that the platter of “sell my house” brownies is still very, very full – like maybe no one at all was here full. I hope tomorrow’s is better. Come on St. Joe. Do your thing. Please. Please for the LOVE OF GOD do your thing. But our realtor didn’t have the open house noted in her company’s website or – as far as I can tell – in the newspaper either. It is only showing as an open house here. Dammit.

The highlight though was being able to go out all by myself. I called up my friend Linda and we agreed we’d go to Festival downtown. Festival is food and music and art work for sale in downtown GR. It rains every year and this year was no exception. The cool part was that before we actually got downtown we stopped at a couple of stores that I normally can’t go to. No, dear readers, not that kind of store. These are the kind of stores that don’t sell anything the boys would be remotely interested in meaning they’re a complete pain to shop with in them. First we went to Spirit Dreams where I bought this mug and another mug that reads “What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?” along with some wonderful aromatherapy candles. Then we went to Global Infusions and I got this awesome teapot.
I’m so excited about this teapot it isn’t even funny. It is a 26 oz. pot – just big enough for two mugs of tea. Linda bought it for me as a going away present. I’m not sure why but I am so thankful for it. I have a lovely assortment of loose teas (white, jasmine and oolong) as well. Who’s up for a tea party?

Festival was nice. There are a number of food booths to pick from and Linda and I chose this Lebanese gyro-like thing. I say gyro-like because they didn’t call it a gyro – they called it something else but it was beef and lamb in a pita with cucumber sauce. How it differs from a gyro I don’t know – except it was smaller. We wandered and watched a dance troupe perform, listened to Common Shiner’s set at the City Stage and indulged in some ice cream before this happened. We ducked into the doorway of a hat shop for a few minutes before wandering up Monroe Center to a coffee shop until the rain subsided. Here are a few cell phone camera pictures of the hats for your enjoyment. They were quite…colorful.

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~ by sharplisa on June 2, 2007.

3 Responses to “Solitary Confinement”

  1. Those hats look mighty cool! Yep, the rain got Madison too–right when we were downtown at the Farmer’s Market, with the children, and no umbrella. The way Rauan carried on you would have thought he was made of sugar and melting! Julia was almost as bad! Enjoy the quiet–I had 3 days of it in Dec. and while I missed the kids, it was a lovely 3 days!

  2. Lisa, it sounds like you had a fabulous time! I’m so glad. I totally covet your teapot too, it’s very cool looking.

    The Lebanese version of gyro is called shish tawook (chicken) or shawarma (beef). Aside from the language, and maybe a pickle, I’m thinking there isn’t a huge differemce between either and the gyro though.

    So happy you had a great day!

  3. Shawarma! That’s what they called it. But it was both beef and lamb with the cucumber sauce and lettuce in the pita. I so love the cucumber sauce 😉

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