Odd. So very odd.

I bought tickets to the Michigan vs. Toledo game on October 11. Jeremy and I had decided to sell the tickets for the fact that it's $100 for the tickets, $30 for parking and God only knows what for gas, plus the food and drinks at the game. It's just too expensive for now with his surgery coming up and all. We also decided that if we could sell the tickets, that'd be great, if not, we'll just go - have one last date before he dies in surgery. I made one last ditch effort to sell the tickets on Tuesday.

I called John.

I left a simple message: "Hey, it's Gail. I'm not trying to be weird or creepy or anything. I have 2 Michigan tickets that I need to get rid of. They're the same seats we had when you and I went before. IF you want them, call my cell phone XXX-XXX-XXXX. If I DON'T hear from you, I will assume you do NOT want them. Thanks." No big deal, so I thought.

My cell phone rang yesterday at exactly 4:30PM. Now remember - this is a new phone. A company phone. The only people in Manistee who have the # are Edna, my sister, and I think Lori and Jeannie - now John. The number calling was a Manistee #.

I answered: "Hello, this is Gail"
"Who am I speaking to?" she asked
"Gail, who am I speaking to?"
*clunk* she hung up

Of course, I did a reverse look-up on the number. An unlisted business on Magill St. in Manistee. I went to another desk here and called the number. I got a recording that said "Thank you" then a bunch of beeping - sounded like dialing - like I was being forwarded. I hung up.

I don't think he married again. Last I knew he had a girlfriend. She was more his own age - older than I. This sounded like a young girl. Then again, he's 21 years older than me, so obviously age doesn't matter to him. But, I think my phone call sure mattered to someone.

And by the way - Don't ever spray paint a chair in your basement while barefoot. You'll end up with the bottoms of your feet all white and spray paint doesn't just 'wash off'. Especially when one uses Rust-Oleum to paint a wooden chair. You also get a dustedly white floor with footprints in it. Painted feet feel really funny in shoes and socks.