Just back from Boston, I was feeling kind of broke. The TSA ruined my nice suitcase that I don't have $400 to replace. My tub is dripping. I have no more room in my little cabin box of a house to put anything away. The very smart dress sandals I bought last week broke the first time I wore them. Fortunately, Boston also provided a cure. Think like an Italian. The true cure was to make a great homemade meal. My skill will be my wealth. So I kneaded pizza dough. Made my own sauce with basil from my yard. Topped it with fresh mozzarella. I do feel better. And 
resourcefully clever.
Driven by an a curiously unknown to me before, I decided to visit a singles Sunday school class today at another church. I used to reject the idea of hanging with the love cast-offs, but today it felt wonderful to walk into a room where I would be normal. Even if it was a room mostly filled with attractive, smart women and some weirdo men. They were friendly, smiled at me, and didn't make me sit alone. And they went rafting yesterday- Bonus! The reward for my bravery was getting to join Polly and Me Gusto for an afternoon where I am treated like family. I loved pretending to be Italian today.
resourcefully clever.Driven by an a curiously unknown to me before, I decided to visit a singles Sunday school class today at another church. I used to reject the idea of hanging with the love cast-offs, but today it felt wonderful to walk into a room where I would be normal. Even if it was a room mostly filled with attractive, smart women and some weirdo men. They were friendly, smiled at me, and didn't make me sit alone. And they went rafting yesterday- Bonus! The reward for my bravery was getting to join Polly and Me Gusto for an afternoon where I am treated like family. I loved pretending to be Italian today.
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