Tonight I had dinner in front of the computer as I read blogs. (sheepish grin). Ah, the life of a single gal! My dad came over this morning so that he could be here while the concrete man fixed the leak in my basement. Sometime in the winter I went down to change the furnace filter (being the good home-owner that I am), and found a huge pool of water in my basement. This also coincided with the time when vast amounts of snow started melting as the weather started to warm up. RC had the smart idea of taking photos of it. I am grateful for that. Anyway, today they finally fixed it. Hopefully I won't encounter the same issue again.

It was strange having my dad over. I guess I'm just not used to having anyone in the house! So used to it just being me and the dishes and the computer and music blaring in the background. Oh, and the laundry.

My mom made me cry last night. We were on the phone talking about arrangements for today for my dad to be here. At the end, she asked me if I was doing okay, if I still thought about him, etc. The fact that she asked me was appreciated. The fact that she told me that he didn't love me -- well, that was...Well, it was true. And I guess that's why it hurt. Who wouldn't be hurt? Someone whom you thought loved you deeply turned out not to love you that deeply. Anyway, I didn't dwell on it too much last night. Proud of myself for that. Also considering the fact that I had called him and asked him to call me back, and yet did not get a call back save for a text message this morning. I had called him to ask if he remembered if the leak came from the wall. I was a little disappointed and annoyed that he didn't return my call. Surely, that was just common courtesy, right? Then I caught myself going through the whole series of rationalizations again. Maybe he didn't get the voicemail. Or maybe he's working the late shift. Or maybe he thought it was just my way of still keeping in contact with him. And then the annoyance -- isn't that rude of him not to call when surely, he must realize that this is important, that I wouldn't just call for nothing. Finally, my mind got occupied with something else. Finished reading Without Blood and the author did a fine job of taking his readers into another world. It's definitely going to be a favorite. I can see myself reading this book over and over again, and enjoying the prose and the simplicity of his words.

Today I stopped by Michael's on my way home and treated myself to some eye candy. I purchased a canvas panel which I plan to use as a blotter, thanks to these daily Martha Stewart e-mail's that I get. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. Anyway, here I go. Will share photos when I'm done. :)