Bodacious Boomer

Happy Monday kiddos.

I hope all is well with you.

I am still computerless; without a working computer that is.

When I can’t get to a computer somewhere I’m stuck using my old Android phone for data; and now that I’ve had to use it so much it’s going slower than ever.

I feel like I’m back in the dark ages, clacking 2 coconuts together to get around.

For those who don’t understand that reference I will illustrate-

But I am not without hope.

I have some good news.

We were back at Discovery Green this weekend and I made a great contact. An interior decorator who caters to the Richey Riches of Houston came by the booth. She’s redoing a number of homes and would like to put our LP art in their media rooms. And not 1 piece per room, but many.

She also said I’m charging about half of what I should be for them. So I’ll be talking to her later this week.

Although I’m thrilled that she says we’re undercharging, I’m kinda spooked about charging significantly more. There’s a fine line between charging too little or too much. Just a tad one way or another can screw you for sure.

When I am computered again (God willing sometime late next week) I will post photos of some of the pieces and ask for input. Of course I can’t do that right now.

Now onto the more interesting part of the weekend…

Saturday night after working all day at Discovery Green we went to pick up some albums from a record shop south of downtown. It’s before Hermann park and the med center. Now this area isn’t exactly a place where you’d want to hang out at night.

But that was OK. We were only going to be there for a few a minuted to pick up the LP’s.

Or so I thought.

Doug dropped me at the door so I could go pay. He came in to get them.

A hundred albums are pretty heavy after all.

He left to go put them in the car and come back to get me.

Or so I thought.

The shop owner closed for the night and left. I was waiting in front for Doug. He asked if I’d be OK. And I said “Sure, he’ll be right here.”

Or so I thought.

Unfortunately, I was wrong.

When Doug left there was only 1 other person nearby- a homeless man with one leg. He smelled none too good and was talking to himself so I didn’t feel inclined to interrupt his conversation.

But he was the most normal guy I encountered.

Now the bad news was that I’d gotten outta the car without my purse, so I didn’t have my phone or even a dime with which to make a call (assuming you could even find a pay phone these days and that they were still a dime). I thought he’d be right back to get me.

After almost 15 minutes I was getting really worried/ pissed off. For all I knew he’d gotten carjacked. (Not that a 15 yr old Villager van is a hot commodity in the world of stolen cars.)

While I was waiting perhaps three cars drove by. Since I was on a side street there wasn’t a lot of traffic, especially at night.

One guy stopped, lowered his window and asked if I needed a ride.

“No, I don’t, thanks anyway.” I said.

“Well I could tie you up if you’re into it.” he replied with a straight face. This was not a joke.

By now I was getting seriously pissed. A minute or so later the shop owner came back. I ran into his shop and asked if I could use the phone.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU???!!!” I screamed into the phone.

Needless to say the shop owner looked somewhat shocked.

“You were taking so long I went to get gas. I was afraid I’d run out.” (Doug has a bad habit of waiting til he’s almost out before getting more. There are very few gas stations anywhere near downtown.

After I slammed down the phone I explained and apologized to the man who had a confused look on his face. When Doug showed up I got in the car and hit his arm as hard as I could to get my point across just in case he was confused about the situation.

I don’t think he’ll be letting the gas tank get that low again.