Rain, rain, don’t go away. Rain, rain, keep Jesse at bay. Well, it at least keeps him off the ATV, dirt bikes and motorcycles, though he’s usually a little quieter on weekends anyway.

This is the first time in weeks it’s rained. It should only be for today, though, so it’s a good thing Tom doesn’t have to go anywhere today.

Why is there still so much childbirth on TV when each year (except for 2007) fewer and fewer women are having kids?

I’m backing up MP3 files on Yahoo. I’ve been at it for days now but am only on the E’s so I have a long way to go with nearly 1000 MP3s in my collection.

Tom and I were discussing the various options for buying a place. Of course it’s still going to come down to what he has for a job and the pension money, assuming they don’t screw us out of it.

One possibility is to buy a place in this area on some acreage and then go to a retirement community in Florida once he’s retired in another decade or so. The reason for this possibility is that if he is hired on and the job pays well and is going well overall, we’re not going to want to throw it away and take the same risks we took upon moving to California. This place not only has good benefits but a 401K thing too, which would greatly help with our retirement years since they would double whatever we chose to save. It would be a lot safer if we waited until he’s retired to move to another state because then we wouldn’t have the pressure of him having to scurry to find a job once we got there and worry about finding a place close enough to wherever he’s going to work. Also, there are no retirement communities near where he works anyway.

I’m currently proofreading the late 1994 and came across this interesting paragraph: When I read back on Maliheh, I couldn’t believe how vague and shitty a writer I was. I failed to write how she asked me to dance with her the second we met, and she shook my hand. And also how she kissed me as I was leaving.

I remember the kiss, but not the handshake and her asking me to dance right away. But my memory isn’t what it was in 1994, so I’ll take my word for it, LOL.

I’m still not hearing as much from her, but whether or not it really is personal, it’s okay. I’m running out of things to ask and tell her anyway.

Later…

Nane.

Oh, Nane, Nane, Nane. Why do I miss you so? Why do I wish you’d reach out to me more often? We’ll never meet. You’re halfway around the world. I know this. And I also know that we just spoke a couple of weeks ago. I even know that most people don’t keep in regular touch with their “friends” anyway on social sites, yet oh how I wish you’d pay a little more attention to me.

She uploaded a new picture of herself. It was taken down in Turkey. She just hadn’t posted it until now for some reason. But she added that along with a few other pics to her photo albums.

God, what a hottie! I studied her picture and said to myself, “That does not look like a 50-year-old.”

But I just have to be in California and she just has to be in Germany.

As much as I wanted to “like” the picture or leave a comment, I wouldn’t let myself. I still want to see if she’ll ever contact me on her own. I’m starting to think she hasn’t read my book or that she might’ve started it, couldn’t get into it, but is afraid to tell me so.

For some reason, though, I feel more neglected by her right now than I do Maliheh. If more than 3 days went by without hearing from Maliheh I’d miss her, but Nane’s really made me feel like she’s just not into me despite letting me know she finds me attractive.

Oh well. We can’t make people feel things they don’t and want to do things they don’t want to do. If she doesn’t want to be friends, she doesn’t want to be friends, and I just have to respect that.

And so I thought of a way to get her attention without directly contacting her and posted a couple of status updates I hope will do the trick. I made reference to my book and said that I wondered if certain people would ever contact me again if I never contacted them first. This is true, too. Maybe in a couple more weeks, I’ll post: Wish I heard from a certain someone here a little more often. I’ll give you a hint – we’re not related.

But then Alison really cheered me up and made up for this bored, restless feeling I’ve been having most of the day. I’ll discuss it in tomorrow’s entry.