It's a pretty mellow Sunday and Autumn seems to have finally arrived in Los Angeles. Would believe I actually had to close a few windows yesterday because I was feeling a little chilly. The Brit BF continues to entertain me with all his fanciful scenarios of our future together. I have to admit that I, too, have indulged in a small amount of imagining our future together. Maybe not on quite as grand a scale as he does: a villa on Lake Como, Italy or a Malibu mansion, something more realistic like a loft apartment somewhere. I have to hand it to him, he is full of confidence and ambition, something I genuinely appreciate. I also love the fact that he sees me as central in his life. He always has a way of making me smile, a difficult thing to do these days. Anyway, sis and her family left last night for their road trip. Right now they're in Arizona at the Grand Canyon. Mom spoke with the teenage nephew and said he sounded happy. I'm sure they're having a good time.
I, supposedly, have an invitation to lunch on Thursday. I say supposedly because it's more like a third hand invitation. It came to me via mom and sis. Allegedly the host asked my sister for my number in order to invite me. Alright, no worries. The host hasn't called me thus far, presumably because she is busy with her own holiday preparations and running the family grocery store. I can accept that but what irritates the most is the this whole invitation by proxy. I told mom yesterday, during lunch, that no one should assume that if they invite her, I'll naturally come along. I deserve to be treated with a little courtesy. So for right now, I have no real plans for Thursday lunch or anything else. These blanket invitations are such a load of bollocks. Of course, the host could still call today or tomorrow, which would be fine but if she calls Wednesday, I'd have to think about. I also hate last minute invitations because they always feel like someone is just adding you to pad out a guest list or because someone dropped out and he host has to fill an empty chair. I know I sound like a total pessimist but this way, I have no real expectations of anything so I don't get resentful or disappointed.
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