Lost for words

I don’t even know where to begin for tonight. Not that I didn’t do anything, but I actually did a lot, but I didn’t think about most of it.

I woke up a little after five, I guess. I would have liked to have slept in, but I had a breakfast “meeting” that I had to attend. I was trying to be quiet around the apartment, since it was Sunday and Sean was sleeping in. It’s been kind of nice with only two of us sharing the apartment. Except for when Sean gets in from work, we mostly keep to ourselves.

Anyway, I caught the 5.45 shuttle bus over to Eggersville to where the meeting was at. This was the first time I’ve ever been there before, so I got there a little early to walk around and see what was up. Eggersville is just a little bigger than Kissimmee, but there is about four times the amount of people. I went to the eatery we were supposed to meet at and found my table. I ordered my breakfast and was very happy with the fresh fruit that they had.

Eventually, Senator Tom Carper and his little entourage showed up to eat and meet. There were four of us from Delaware to meet with Sen Carper, but (as it turns out) only one of us was really from Delaware (me). His aide wanted to take a picture of me and the Senator, and you should have seen their eyes pop out of their heads when I pulled my big Delaware flag out of my pocket.

As we sat down, his aide (“staffer” I should say) said that she had something for us and pulled out her bag. She started handing out little bags of Dolle’s salt water taffy. I jokingly said (in a disappointed tone), “Oh. I thought you brought us scrapple…” Then we all laughed. The Senator sat and talked with us for about 30-40 minutes about the economy, what’s going on in Iraq and Afghanistan, and he and I talked about Delaware and families and stuff. It was quite a nice meeting.

I had an hour and some change to kill before catching the shuttle back to Kissimmee, so I found a nice sunny spot and sat and watched people walk by. It’s kind of funny how, when you live in a small enclosed environment, how the people you see every day become “invisible” and are just part of the environment. However, when you are somewhere new, every different person/face that you see actually seems alien to your eyes. For two and a half hours, I didn’t see one familiar face; whereas every other day of my life I see the same three-hundred-and-some all day.

But it’s nice living in Kissimmee and knowing everyone. When a new person shows up, we’re all like “did you see the new person working in ____?” Like we’re totally fascinated by the new fish living in our fishtank. I’m lucky to have gotten here when it was still very new and hardly anyone living here. I’ve been here two months and I’m already an old timer.

I have a coffee mug that has a removable bottom from Starbucks. Sara actually got it for Christmas, but since my big, blue travel mug broke a few months before I left Dover, I snagged this new mug. Anyway, the bottom of the mug comes off and you can put pictures inside your mug for display. I’ve been using this mug for four months and haven’t taken the original liner out and put my own pictures in. About once a week someone picks the mug up and looks at the pictures and asks if those are my kids or my dog, and I answer and say that those were the pictures that came with the mug.

Sara sent some pictures of her and the kids yesterday when they returned from the pool. So I figured it was about time to print a bunch of pictures out and finally customize my mug. That ate up an hour of my day. But I finally have pictures of Sara and the kids in/on my mug.

I fixed and re-fixed my power point slides. After dinner I went to church and listened to our new preacher. It was a nice message about memorial stones and he tied it in to Memorial Day. It was actually very nice. And that got me thinking about Memorial Day and I’m missing Rick and Judy’s BBQ. Dang.