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July 16, 2005
Am I Really A Grown-Up?
The entire row of golfers was so sweaty, it was like we had just climbed out of a swimming pool, where for some reason we decided to enjoy fully clothed. And let's be honest, it's not like the driving range is a "high-energy" sport. But even just standing outside created little rivulets of sweat that gave me a striped look. Even my knees were sweaty. SWEATY KNEES, for goodness sake. I blame the humidity, which made my hair frizz up in a 12-inch afro that could not be tamed. Good times.
Lesson of the Day: Playing golf (even if just visiting the driving range) during a heat advisory is stupid, stupid, STUPID.
Anyway, aside from the horrific effluvium, I had a lovely day with Lily. Single while Mr. Lily is in Japan, we had a lovely lunch with her family and a visit to the local nail salon. Pretty nail polish was enjoyed by all.
This evening, I was lured into watching 4 episodes of 24: The First Season. Somehow, I managed to escape the entire 24 phenomenon, only to be suckered into marathon viewings on DVD. Damn that Richard and his generosity!
All this is to say that, while I was immensely irritated that my copy of Harry Potter didn't show up (UPS last tracked it Jul 15, 2005 at 3:34 P.M., where it was logged in Laurel, Maryland, US as "IN TRANSIT TO FINAL DESTINATION") as guaranteed by Amazon.com, I am still breathing at a normal rate. The down side is that I have no book to greedily read tonight. On the bright side, the oversight by UPS means that Amazon will refund the price of the book.
The strange thing is that I don't really care all that much about missing the order. My attitude is somewhere between "I bet the neighbor sneaked over and took it" and "Oh well, I'm sure it will arrive on Monday". When HP5 came out, I was at the midnight opening of Barnes and Noble, but when I discovered they had no extra copies, I spent the entire next day tracking down a copy. Diligent and determined do not even come close to describing my tenacity that day.
And now, I'm sort of in a "shrug--what can you do?" mood. Am I growing up?
