Chris contacted me today. No idea why. I don't know what the motivation is - our conversations are worse than the hyperbolic, scripted, awkward encounters of 2 strangers in an elevator in movies or sitcoms. We don't even chat about the weather, we chat about his doorbell.
That's not a euphemism, we literally spoke about his place having a new doorbell installed. I've no idea what he wants from me, but I don't know if I can keep this memory around when knowing how he makes me feel. It's just this constant reminder of things that I want. Things that I long for.
Anyway... I finally- FINALLY -have a Saturday off this weekend and I intend on doing some serious thrifting for old books and records all around Worthing. I can't believe I lived there for a while and didn't even try exploring the town. I only ever really walked along the beach and to the pier. I can't wait to see what curios I might find!
More crochet tonight, just a poncho in autumnal colours. It'll be the 7th I've made. I can't wait to post all my creations and sell them. The crazy crochet lady's shop, maybe? Hmmm.