Murder on the Links in Two Weeks

I play a realtor who frequents an upscale country club. 

Decision Indecision

I have this weird decision weighing on me. It's weird, because I've rebuffed it so many times. Yet it keeps circling and buzzing in my ear. It defies logic and a simple pro-con list. It's eating up any extra brain power (which isn't much) I have. It's the kind of decision that if I wait a little longer, will probably cease to be an option. It's one of those things that might make me happier and more fulfilled, but I also have nightmares about it.

That's all I can say.

Wait! I can also say that the decision does not in any way involve human babies. I'm not pregnant, nor do I want to be. That's one decision with which I'm very much at peace. My maternal instincts only kick in for puppies and kittens.

Stuff I like vs. Stuff I don't love

Stuff I like that some other people don't like:

reading for fun

sewing things like pillows, makeup bags and quilt-tops

spending time alone being quiet

cats

dogs

cloudy days

rainy days

lukewarm coffee

a club DJ spinning dance-y, trance-y music

simple, vegetarian food

going to my gym

long walks at night

small parties where I know most attendees

acting in live theatrical shows

almost anything on public television's Masterpiece series


Then there's stuff that other people love for which I do not see the appeal:

outdoor festivals or concerts

zoos

super-sunny days

snout to tail "food"

overwrought food with more than ten ingredients / heavy food

Wes Anderson films

food trailers

parties with a bunch of people I don't know that get so loud I get tunnel-vision

visual disorder, messes or chaos, which also give me tunnel vision

jogging or running, especially outside

95% of all reality TV

having my picture taken

baby showers / wedding showers - I'll just send a gift. I absolutely don't need to watch you open it.

monster-trucks

rodeos