I have the worlds tightest shoulder muscles.
I feel like I should introduce testimonials at this time, but that would be silly.
But anyway, I have super tight shoulder muscles, and I have no idea why, they have been tight for years, if I were to guess, its from shoulder injuries back from waitressing.... but having had a mastectomy has not helped.
anyway about 4 months ago, I developed a painful lump on my neck, I googled it, and did some exercises, but it really didn't help much, and finally I went to the doctor. Which is a bit of a process, as I don't currently have insurance, any month now my insurance should kick in, but not yet. I can go to the country doctor (low cost, who will not turn you away for no insurance, they bug you about signing up for insurance, which I don't qualify for free, and I don't want to bother with having two insurances should I actually ever get really sick. Enough of that.
I finally went to the doctor for it, hoping to be told go to a chiropractor. Now, in my brain every lump could be cancer, but having had cancer its not a funny joke anymore, but I never actually thought this lump was cancer, the amount of pain generated by it makes me think its structural in some way... (I am actually more worried about the persistently itchy spot on my back being cancer, which is not that worried) Anyway, the nurse practitioner was concerned, so I have to go to a real doctor today. But she did give me some muscle relaxers for my back.
I was very excited about the muscle relaxers. I even followed directions and cut back on my obscene use of Advil, (which I felt when that wore off, let me tell you).
I took my pill, and after about 20 minutes I felt great, well, mostly pain free, it was awesome. I am supposed to take them at bedtime, and I did, but 2 hours before I actually went to bed. I didn't take my usual bedtime cocktail, just the melatonin, but the pill wore off after a total of 4 hours, and I tossed and turned and used all my tricks to sleep an hour at a time. So, not a complete success...
But this morning the lump on my neck seemed smaller, so, there's that.
I feel stupid whining about my sore back and shoulders,
I really hate how having had cancer makes other people uncomfortable about joking about having cancer.
Anyway....
On with the rest of my day.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
the Bad one
I have been very bad about blogging, I have been bad about writing too.
Procrastination... thou art my friend... not
there has been a little bit of work, which is nice, and a little bit of down time, which is also nice, but I have a giant mountain of things to do...
but all I want to do is play on the computer. Although, yesterday I read an entire book. It was fast. and that was nice.
I am listening to a book on willpower, and I'll work on those lessons, as soon as I finish this computer game... I promise.
So, lets see, the Wolf camping trip is this weekend, and I can't really go, well, I can... but it would be needlessly complicated, I would have been partially in charge of things, and I don't want to be. Plus, the cat transfer is Wednesday or Thursday, and I would like to be here for that... too many times other I feel like other people get the glory for my hard work, when I let people in at the end. I want to be the one that Desirae thanks for watching her cats for 3 months, rather than Pat saying, its was no problem at all...
Plus I need to get some shit done... but we will see about that.
But right now, I am going to scoop 6 cat boxes.
Procrastination... thou art my friend... not
there has been a little bit of work, which is nice, and a little bit of down time, which is also nice, but I have a giant mountain of things to do...
but all I want to do is play on the computer. Although, yesterday I read an entire book. It was fast. and that was nice.
I am listening to a book on willpower, and I'll work on those lessons, as soon as I finish this computer game... I promise.
So, lets see, the Wolf camping trip is this weekend, and I can't really go, well, I can... but it would be needlessly complicated, I would have been partially in charge of things, and I don't want to be. Plus, the cat transfer is Wednesday or Thursday, and I would like to be here for that... too many times other I feel like other people get the glory for my hard work, when I let people in at the end. I want to be the one that Desirae thanks for watching her cats for 3 months, rather than Pat saying, its was no problem at all...
Plus I need to get some shit done... but we will see about that.
But right now, I am going to scoop 6 cat boxes.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
The workout week in Review
Okay, I have some lofty goals for the month of July.
I want to do the Zumba dvd, 5 times a week, yoga 7 times a week, or once a day, go to the gym at least once this week, and start a fairly restrictive diet. (after the 4th, but with some practice before then)
I also have ordered a physical therapy book on necks and another on shoulders. So I want to start doing exercises to strengthen those muscles in an effort to reduce my pain, because I am sick of it. Gerrr! I am going to try and have a daily check in and have them auto-post on Sunday. (I guess I am doing it Saturdays, because the calender works that way.
Maybe I'll add word count to my list.
First off, current Weight 190
Space Puffs WC 1,193
Jennie WC 0
Blog WC 0
Sunday, I worked at the 5th Ave, and I wrote two blog posts.
Motivation... maybe, accountability... hopefully.
Monday: Zumba, Yoga, shoulder/neck/heel exercises
Tuesday: Zumba, Yoga, shoulder/neck/heel exercises
I walked 2 miles.
Wednesday: Zumba, Yoga,shoulder/neck/heel exercises
I walked another two miles, but did not do zumba... sigh. I did have lunch and shopping with Christina, and saw Nick Cave with Cole at the Paramount.
Thursday: Zumba, Yoga, shoulder/neck/heel exercises
no, real excuse. anyway
Friday: Zumba, Yoga, shoulder/neck/heel exercises
its the 4th, and well.... there is always next week, right.
Saturday: Yoga,shoulder/neck/heel exercises, gym?
cleaned some stuff.
Saturday -
weight: 190
Word Counts
Blog - meh, not going to count this....
Jennie - 168
Space Puffs - 1860
well, not the most successful week, but hey,
I want to do the Zumba dvd, 5 times a week, yoga 7 times a week, or once a day, go to the gym at least once this week, and start a fairly restrictive diet. (after the 4th, but with some practice before then)
I also have ordered a physical therapy book on necks and another on shoulders. So I want to start doing exercises to strengthen those muscles in an effort to reduce my pain, because I am sick of it. Gerrr! I am going to try and have a daily check in and have them auto-post on Sunday. (I guess I am doing it Saturdays, because the calender works that way.
Maybe I'll add word count to my list.
First off, current Weight 190
Space Puffs WC 1,193
Jennie WC 0
Blog WC 0
Sunday, I worked at the 5th Ave, and I wrote two blog posts.
Motivation... maybe, accountability... hopefully.
Monday:
Tuesday: Zumba, Yoga,
I walked 2 miles.
Wednesday: Zumba, Yoga,
I walked another two miles, but did not do zumba... sigh. I did have lunch and shopping with Christina, and saw Nick Cave with Cole at the Paramount.
Thursday: Zumba, Yoga,
no, real excuse. anyway
Friday: Zumba, Yoga,
its the 4th, and well.... there is always next week, right.
Saturday: Yoga,
cleaned some stuff.
Saturday -
weight: 190
Word Counts
Blog - meh, not going to count this....
Jennie - 168
Space Puffs - 1860
well, not the most successful week, but hey,
Monday, June 30, 2014
My life so far, again.
Ok,
so I am watching to additional cats, while their owner runs away to the circus. Their names are Sprocket, an all black cat less than two years old, and a great love bug, who loves face rubs. And Widget, who I suspect is a Bengal, she is less than a year, about 11 months or so, and full of curiosity, and no sense. Her favorite game (aside from escape) is ambush, and anything she can hide under to jump out at other cats or people is her favorite place to be. So, this has added some liveliness to the house. My cats are ok with it, Bovine is the most angry, which is not surprising, she has not had the best move, or the most tolerant disposition, she is a string of cat profanity when ever she sees the foreign kitties, and my roommate Cole, that its both very irritating and a bit amusing. Alice is ok, but the fact that her running up and down the length of the house as been curtailed by the kitten's desire to chase her. And then there is Trixie, I don't know what is up with Trixie, but all the cats find her a bit intimidating, and I have never seen any aggression out of her towards another cat, its just mystifying!
Aside from cat shenanigans, life has been a bit boring, there has been some work, some of it fun, but not a heck of a lot of work, which is worrying, and poor making. I have had a bit of a run on crap going wrong with my body to emphasize that I am poor. Example is I chipped a tooth, but I'm not in any pain so, I'll wait until I have health insurance again. These things make me a bit sad, whats frustrating is I have a reimbursement account I have to use up before December, but I don't feel like I have the spare money to spend... its a quandary, I have a plan though, I'll let you know.
I have been an extremely bad Daughter, in that I have not called my dad since I got back from California... in March. I do think about calling him almost everyday, usually late at night or when he is in dialysis. Sigh.
I have not written anything for my play, thought I have an idea for a different play in my mind, I hope to start working on them today, actually. But it depends on chores, and blah, blah, blah. I need to take the lessons of NaNoWriMo to heart, and just make a time to write everyday, even if it means just staring at the screen for 4 hours. I might need tough love for it actually, or a personal coach? I don't know.
I find it easy to write when I sit down and stream of conscience it, like now, whether its coherent or not is a matter for later editing, actually.
I should reaffirm some goals for July.
write everyday, and post on the blog, say three times a week?
so I am watching to additional cats, while their owner runs away to the circus. Their names are Sprocket, an all black cat less than two years old, and a great love bug, who loves face rubs. And Widget, who I suspect is a Bengal, she is less than a year, about 11 months or so, and full of curiosity, and no sense. Her favorite game (aside from escape) is ambush, and anything she can hide under to jump out at other cats or people is her favorite place to be. So, this has added some liveliness to the house. My cats are ok with it, Bovine is the most angry, which is not surprising, she has not had the best move, or the most tolerant disposition, she is a string of cat profanity when ever she sees the foreign kitties, and my roommate Cole, that its both very irritating and a bit amusing. Alice is ok, but the fact that her running up and down the length of the house as been curtailed by the kitten's desire to chase her. And then there is Trixie, I don't know what is up with Trixie, but all the cats find her a bit intimidating, and I have never seen any aggression out of her towards another cat, its just mystifying!
Aside from cat shenanigans, life has been a bit boring, there has been some work, some of it fun, but not a heck of a lot of work, which is worrying, and poor making. I have had a bit of a run on crap going wrong with my body to emphasize that I am poor. Example is I chipped a tooth, but I'm not in any pain so, I'll wait until I have health insurance again. These things make me a bit sad, whats frustrating is I have a reimbursement account I have to use up before December, but I don't feel like I have the spare money to spend... its a quandary, I have a plan though, I'll let you know.
I have been an extremely bad Daughter, in that I have not called my dad since I got back from California... in March. I do think about calling him almost everyday, usually late at night or when he is in dialysis. Sigh.
I have not written anything for my play, thought I have an idea for a different play in my mind, I hope to start working on them today, actually. But it depends on chores, and blah, blah, blah. I need to take the lessons of NaNoWriMo to heart, and just make a time to write everyday, even if it means just staring at the screen for 4 hours. I might need tough love for it actually, or a personal coach? I don't know.
I find it easy to write when I sit down and stream of conscience it, like now, whether its coherent or not is a matter for later editing, actually.
I should reaffirm some goals for July.
write everyday, and post on the blog, say three times a week?
Sunday, June 29, 2014
The Great Kitten Escape
Hello,
again, long time no post, I am terrible.
I would like to open up with the tale of my morning this fine Pride day. I did not go to the Parade, I was sort of invited, but not really by the roommate, and I sort of did not make an effort to go. Instead, I woke up late, and made some coffee and started making some breakfast. I start doing something in the sink, and I look up, and out the kitchen window. I was going to add a picture, but my devices aren't speaking.
Anyway I look up and see a cat in the backyard. And this cat looks like the kitten we are watching for the summer... Is that the kitten we are watching for the summer? Where is the kitten? Frantic cat count, Alice, Trixie, Bovine... Check, Sprocket (other visiting cat), Check... but why is Sprocket looking intently outside, and Kitten (Widget) not accounted for, yikes! I scoop up Sprocket and tuck her in the spare room, and scurry outside barefoot, in my robe, to see the kitten contentedly playing in the long grass in our upper back yard. I breathe deeply, now is not the time to panic, I chat with her a bit, and encourage her to come get a cuddle (cat trap) but grass and under the dilapidated shed are more intriguing than I am. So, I run calmly back in the house, throw on some clothes, find my flip flops, turn off the frying pan, and grab the yellow feather on a stick.
So, I'm up in the back yard, playing with the kitten, must not seem desperate, or she will run under the shed... We think something might be living under the shed, what, we aren't sure, but sometimes we imagine a family of feral cats, opossums, or even a raccoon. I also worry that if I frighten her, she might take off down the alley, where I have been told a fairly vicious dog lives... The kitten has very little sense. Anyhow, I try not to let this show in my demeanor and I try to coax her to the lower backyard. I am pretty successful, actually, and we start to head in, it even looks like going inside is the kitten's idea... but Alice is hanging out just outside the door, the kitten comes up to her for a friendly sniff, like we practiced just this morning, Alice calmly obliges, then smacks the kitten 5 or 6 times about the head. The Kitten then decides inside might not be where she wants to go, and she heads down the side of the house to the front. This is just a minor diversion though, and very quickly after this I apprehend the runaway, and we head back in.
I shut the window, where the tear (kitten made) in the screen allowed her to escape. Released the other cat from cat jail, and resumed my breakfast making. I get everything ready, and walk to the table, set down my plate, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a kitten shape in the front window, I attempt to apprehend her, when I see that she isn't escaping. SHE IS COMING BACK IN. Oh, crap, no window is safe. I go back to the cat room to see the kitten casing that window.. I shut it. I mentally review the list of windows, check, all are closed.
I eat my breakfast, and then write this blog entry.
again, long time no post, I am terrible.
I would like to open up with the tale of my morning this fine Pride day. I did not go to the Parade, I was sort of invited, but not really by the roommate, and I sort of did not make an effort to go. Instead, I woke up late, and made some coffee and started making some breakfast. I start doing something in the sink, and I look up, and out the kitchen window. I was going to add a picture, but my devices aren't speaking.
Anyway I look up and see a cat in the backyard. And this cat looks like the kitten we are watching for the summer... Is that the kitten we are watching for the summer? Where is the kitten? Frantic cat count, Alice, Trixie, Bovine... Check, Sprocket (other visiting cat), Check... but why is Sprocket looking intently outside, and Kitten (Widget) not accounted for, yikes! I scoop up Sprocket and tuck her in the spare room, and scurry outside barefoot, in my robe, to see the kitten contentedly playing in the long grass in our upper back yard. I breathe deeply, now is not the time to panic, I chat with her a bit, and encourage her to come get a cuddle (cat trap) but grass and under the dilapidated shed are more intriguing than I am. So, I run calmly back in the house, throw on some clothes, find my flip flops, turn off the frying pan, and grab the yellow feather on a stick.
So, I'm up in the back yard, playing with the kitten, must not seem desperate, or she will run under the shed... We think something might be living under the shed, what, we aren't sure, but sometimes we imagine a family of feral cats, opossums, or even a raccoon. I also worry that if I frighten her, she might take off down the alley, where I have been told a fairly vicious dog lives... The kitten has very little sense. Anyhow, I try not to let this show in my demeanor and I try to coax her to the lower backyard. I am pretty successful, actually, and we start to head in, it even looks like going inside is the kitten's idea... but Alice is hanging out just outside the door, the kitten comes up to her for a friendly sniff, like we practiced just this morning, Alice calmly obliges, then smacks the kitten 5 or 6 times about the head. The Kitten then decides inside might not be where she wants to go, and she heads down the side of the house to the front. This is just a minor diversion though, and very quickly after this I apprehend the runaway, and we head back in.
I shut the window, where the tear (kitten made) in the screen allowed her to escape. Released the other cat from cat jail, and resumed my breakfast making. I get everything ready, and walk to the table, set down my plate, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a kitten shape in the front window, I attempt to apprehend her, when I see that she isn't escaping. SHE IS COMING BACK IN. Oh, crap, no window is safe. I go back to the cat room to see the kitten casing that window.. I shut it. I mentally review the list of windows, check, all are closed.
I eat my breakfast, and then write this blog entry.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
big update #1
I haven't written in about 2 months, I think, and that was just an excerpt from my bad partially written play.
Lets see, the big thing is I finally moved. It was a long haul, but it finally happened, and its pretty good, all things considered.
There is some work to be done, even now, some minor structural things, and a lot of cosmetic things, and some stuff we just want to do.
next up, another picture of my paint job, two pictures of bovine, on in the bathroom, an ice cream cone from the Neighborhood Local Ice Cream Shop! and Ginger, one of my roommates dogs.
Lets see, the big thing is I finally moved. It was a long haul, but it finally happened, and its pretty good, all things considered.
There is some work to be done, even now, some minor structural things, and a lot of cosmetic things, and some stuff we just want to do.
what do we have here, mostly some pictures of the front yard, my new lavender, my new roommates leg, my solar lights in my yard, and a new concrete path we are making.
a couple of pictures of my room (blue walls) and random neighborhood shots.
its been forever,
I have write a blog post on my to-do list.
this doesn't count.
I have pictures!
Its going to be great.
this doesn't count.
I have pictures!
Its going to be great.
Monday, February 17, 2014
hey look, some actual script
(LIGHTS COME UP IN THE COCKPIT OF A SMALL
SPACE SHUTTLE, Crew is preparing the shuttle for departure from main ship.)
COMMUNICATION OFFICER
CAPTAIN
Officer Melis Status report
NAV
I don't know captain, there is something interfering with the
landing thrusters, if this weren't just a little asteroid, I would say we hit a
gravity well, but I have never seen anything like this. I am trying to
compensate!
GEOLOGIST
What is happening Captain?
CAPTAIN
Hold on, it looks like we are in for a rough landing. Didn't you
say there was something strange about this asteroid?
GEOLOGIST
Well, the long range scans, did detect anomalous readings of
what might be the theoretical dark matter geons but...
CAPTAIN
Do you know anything helpful?
GEOLOGIST
Umm... no.
COMPUTER
Attention! Teachable failure in 30 seconds
NAV
Captain! The ? Will fail in 30 seconds, attempting to compensate
now.
(the ship lurches to the left.. Or the crew lurches to the
right)
Helm is not responding!
COMM
Captain! There is an incoming signal from General Mills, he
would like a status report.
CAPTAIN
Seriously!
(sigh)
Please inform the General of our status. That should have been
an
(ship lurches to the right, um, crew to the left)
Beep! What is
COMPUTER
??? FAILURE. ATTENTION. LANDFALL IN 10 SECONDS. PLEASE PREPARE
FOR CRASH LANDING.
NAV
Captain, we are coming in Hot.
CAPTAIN
This is impossible, how can this asteroid have enough gravity to
...
COMPUTER
Landfall in ... 1 second.
(black-out)
(lights
come up on a disheveled ship and a disheveled crew accountant and doctor are
unconscious. The lighting is emergency lighting, maybe there is smoke)
CAPTAIN
OK, report!
NAV
I'm Okay, Ma'am, ships messed up though
COMM
I'll be okay, ma'am
MARINE
The Miner Is fine. (helping Astrid Up) But the accountant is
out. (checking pulses) and the doctor. That's helpful.
MINER
The Miner's name is Sideria, but I prefer Sidra.
MARINE
My name is Stella. Thats cool.
CAPTAIN
Nav. Run a computer diagnostic. Corporal, take... um, Sidra? And
deploy the portable atmospheric unit.(Marine and Miner exit) Tymek, see if you
can reach the general. I'm going to take the Geologist and see if you can get
some answers about this crazy place. Fix the ship.
(Captain and Geologist exit)
COMM
What do the diagnostics say, what can I do to help?
NAV
I've got it covered. I'm not really sure there is anything you
can do. Unless you can find the manual, that would be helpful.
COMM
I am actually a little familiar with ship mechanics, my mom was
a ships mechanic, I'm pretty good with machines.
NAV
But, you aren't a mechanic are you? Maybe you can pick up some
of this debris.
(black out)
christina is posting this elsewhere, so...
an excerpt from Space Puffs
CHARACTERS
SPACE
CAPTAIN (KELLY Caspari)-
A brass self-confident young officer in
her first command, cocky and rash, she feels she is born to command, and she
feels this makes her irrestistable to the gentlemen. Quick to fisticuffs and
equally fast to kissing.
SPACE COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER (Tymek Lesniak)(M)-
A QUIETLY ASSURED COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER, QUICK WITH LANGUAGES AND CODES. HE IS
VERY DEMURE IN HIS PERSON, THOUGH QUITE ATTRACTIVE, HE DOESN'T WANT PEOPLE TO
ASSUME HE GOT AHEAD USING HIS SEX APPEAL.
SPACE
NAVIGATOR (Phaedra
Melis) - SMUG AND SELF IMPORTANT, SHE COMES FROM A MILITARY FAMILY
AND DOES THINGS BY THE BOOK, AT ODDS WITH THE CAPTAIN.
SPACE MARINE (STELLA Schoenmann)-
JOINED SPACE CORP TO EARN MONEY FOR COLLEGE, AWED BY THE WONDER OF THE SOLAR
SYSTEM.
CIVILIAN GEOLOGIST (BENNETT Elias)
- WITH MANY LETTERS AFTER HER NAME SHE IS A LITTLE POMPOUS, BUT KNOWLEDGEABLE
AND THINKS QUICKLY ON HER FEET.
CIVILIAN ACCOUNTANT (Namzuu DelGrande)
(M)-
THE
MINING COMPANY'S BEAN COUNTER, OFFICIOUS, AND A BIT OF A WHINER
CIVILIAN
DOCTOR (Joeliyn
McEnerney-Miltenberger OR
Karissa Holten-Lazid or
Deepanwita Doman-Gybs or
Toshiana Oldford-Farrugia)-
WITH A DEGREE FROM A VERY SMALL AND SUSPECT COUNTRY, MOSTLY CAPABLE, PRONE TO
DRINK?
CIVILIAN
MINER (Sideria
Dinkelspühl) - GRUFF AND
SURLY, BUT READY TO ROLL UP HER SLEEVES AND GET THE JOB DONE.
GENERAL MILLS (V) - OFF SCREEN VOICE OF
AUTHORITY, AND COMMANDS
ALIEN SHIP COMPUTER (V) - CONDESCENDING,
AND SNARKY
Sunday, February 9, 2014
we has wifi
I know LOLcat speak is ... dumb.
But I feel like celebrating the tiny victory.
A week ago, I was in the middle of a move. Now, I'm in the middle of a giant pile of unsorted shit. People who sat back and did nothing are criticising my method, saying "We should have organized everything better, and packed earlier" Really dude, you watched two people pack your room. People I contacted, and arranged to come and help you, twice. You never made any effort. And then you didn't help direct anything here at the house when you got here!!! Argh! But to be fair, you had crazy britches here, being crazy. Oh and crazy britches, thanks for angrily shoving things back in the house I had already sorted, and putting a fuck ton of things back in the house, with out really because clearly most of what I own, craft, and the kitchen stuff, not exclusively mine either. I hope she doesn't read this, but I lost it today.
I thought we were all moving in at the same time, then I thought, Pat and I were moving in, and a month later she was moving in, so, there would be a place for her shit, and the craft shit, and all the general shit. But instead she has been crazy. In full on hard core panic mode every minute, refusing to listen to reason, or to calm down. The constant panicked plea on facebook, for thousands of people to help with the move, and it was fine. But today, I lost it, because Pat lost the charger cord to his Kindle, and he has been using mine (the plug adapter) but, I need it too, for my phone. I haven't found my adapters either, but I have been trying to do some organizing, I moved some stuff, but I don't really want to do everything myself. I know there is some stuff Pat can't do, and Cole is insane, but seriously. But then, Cole bought Pat and I flowers, you would think, oh, how sweet, but... no vases have been unpacked, Pat isn't going to get off his ass to find a vase, Cole isn't going to find a vase. Instead she is going to argue about everything with me,
"I have those long days at the Opera starting on Tuesday"
"The Opera starts on Wednesday"
"no its on Tuesday"
"you might be working on Tuesday, I know I am at the Key, but the Opera is on Wednesday"
"I have it written down somewhere"
Okay
"I guess I'll put the glass in with the paper recycling"
"I think they go together"
"No, we will have to call and order a container"
"I don't think so, but ok"
"Oh, the recycling bin clearly has glass listed on it, guess I didn't see it"
Yeah.
Dear god, I can't wait until this has settled down.
Anyway.
More later.
But I feel like celebrating the tiny victory.
A week ago, I was in the middle of a move. Now, I'm in the middle of a giant pile of unsorted shit. People who sat back and did nothing are criticising my method, saying "We should have organized everything better, and packed earlier" Really dude, you watched two people pack your room. People I contacted, and arranged to come and help you, twice. You never made any effort. And then you didn't help direct anything here at the house when you got here!!! Argh! But to be fair, you had crazy britches here, being crazy. Oh and crazy britches, thanks for angrily shoving things back in the house I had already sorted, and putting a fuck ton of things back in the house, with out really because clearly most of what I own, craft, and the kitchen stuff, not exclusively mine either. I hope she doesn't read this, but I lost it today.
I thought we were all moving in at the same time, then I thought, Pat and I were moving in, and a month later she was moving in, so, there would be a place for her shit, and the craft shit, and all the general shit. But instead she has been crazy. In full on hard core panic mode every minute, refusing to listen to reason, or to calm down. The constant panicked plea on facebook, for thousands of people to help with the move, and it was fine. But today, I lost it, because Pat lost the charger cord to his Kindle, and he has been using mine (the plug adapter) but, I need it too, for my phone. I haven't found my adapters either, but I have been trying to do some organizing, I moved some stuff, but I don't really want to do everything myself. I know there is some stuff Pat can't do, and Cole is insane, but seriously. But then, Cole bought Pat and I flowers, you would think, oh, how sweet, but... no vases have been unpacked, Pat isn't going to get off his ass to find a vase, Cole isn't going to find a vase. Instead she is going to argue about everything with me,
"I have those long days at the Opera starting on Tuesday"
"The Opera starts on Wednesday"
"no its on Tuesday"
"you might be working on Tuesday, I know I am at the Key, but the Opera is on Wednesday"
"I have it written down somewhere"
Okay
"I guess I'll put the glass in with the paper recycling"
"I think they go together"
"No, we will have to call and order a container"
"I don't think so, but ok"
"Oh, the recycling bin clearly has glass listed on it, guess I didn't see it"
Yeah.
Dear god, I can't wait until this has settled down.
Anyway.
More later.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
typing while at work
At this very moment, I am working a corporate gig, for a software developer.
I am the head electrician, its not as highly knowledgeable as you might think, mostly each lecture room has two theatrical lighting instruments, each on a tripod, with a rheostat plugged into its dedicated power. Each room also has at least 4 microphones, a projector, various things to connect each computer etc, to the sound system and video, and a wide variety of these can interact and cause a hum, which can be picked up by the separate recording company. So, aside from the small variety of things that can go wrong with the actual lights, lamp burn outs, and being unplugged, but my real use is to be part of figuring out where the buzz/hum is coming from, it seems to so far never be just lighting's fault. But its ok, they pay me to do it.
What is cool, is I can work on my lap top for the next few days, maybe write a play or something. Get the Outreach stuff taken care of, maybe play a game?
and here is a little picture.
I am the head electrician, its not as highly knowledgeable as you might think, mostly each lecture room has two theatrical lighting instruments, each on a tripod, with a rheostat plugged into its dedicated power. Each room also has at least 4 microphones, a projector, various things to connect each computer etc, to the sound system and video, and a wide variety of these can interact and cause a hum, which can be picked up by the separate recording company. So, aside from the small variety of things that can go wrong with the actual lights, lamp burn outs, and being unplugged, but my real use is to be part of figuring out where the buzz/hum is coming from, it seems to so far never be just lighting's fault. But its ok, they pay me to do it.
What is cool, is I can work on my lap top for the next few days, maybe write a play or something. Get the Outreach stuff taken care of, maybe play a game?
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Been almost two weeks
So, its been a busy few weeks in Bunny land,
I am trying not to freak out, or more importantly, get irrationally angry, but, its no ones fault they all have to bother me at the same time
oh, that boy, well its not going to work out.
um, I saw a Play this last Tuesday, and called A Great Wilderness, and now that I think about playwriting all the time, I think about plays in a different way. It seems pretentious, but there it is. I have always thought about plays in a different way from most theatre patrons, because I know how they are put together, and I know about beats, and acting moments, character arcs and, I know about intention. Theatre people believe our art can change the world, create great movements, etc. But... sometimes what we do is create work that allows the average liberal theatre goer to congratulate their goodness, and I think sometimes we forget who our actual audience is, and create work that... preaches to the choir. I am not sure what the intention of A Great Wilderness was, but I thought it was to make me question the morality of gay conversion camps. But... I've heard it was to make me feel compassion for the elderly gay conversion leader because his gay son killed himself and thats why they created the gentle conversion wilderness retreat. I think it could have been improved if the two male leads had kissed at one point, because there was some tension, but I think its because I have worked with both male leads, and I would have found it an interesting twist.
Unfortunately for A Great Wilderness, I spent too much time thinking about if I could write a play about the 9 days I was in California for my poor sick daddy (hi Daddy!) and how I got to know my half sisters really for the first time in my life, which was awesome.
The other thing(s) going on this week is the move, and this job I am doing, and great mobilize daddy event. It all began Wednesday, the 15th? when knowing this big event was happening at the end of January, which pays very well, and I wanted to do it, I emailed Tonya (future landlord) to see what her timeline was, I had several options, besides the big thing, and I was willing to be flexible to be able to move out of this damn place, but the answering email was evasive, so, when a show run at the big corporate event was available, I took it. Then I thought... maybe I was asking the wrong question, and I asked, when is the truck coming, and it turns out, she was going to make it out giving us a week (ish) to move in, Sort of. I had a brief hallucination, that I could move at night while working 12 hour days, but I can't, I might be able to pack a little... Then once Cole and I talked, and Pat talked to our apartment manager, we decided to make an announcement on facebook saying we were moving the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd. Tonya then got a little miffy, because she had been busting her ass, to get out, so, I sort of understand, but seriously... every freaking step of this process has been pulling teeth, I was afraid this would happen, and I had always thought I would walk away if it got too complicated, but it was too late the second I said it was a good idea to Tonya and to Cole. Because it seemed the easiest. Now she is bent out of shape because I can't drop everything to go get the lease notarized with her, what part of 8am to 8pm did she not understand, it only just came up today, when we have been trying to figure out a key handover for days, and whether Pat can come paint. He can't. All this started the second I started working one of my jobs this week (Seattle Rep, Thursday) and on Friday, my Dad got released from the hospital, and a flurry of phone calls, and updates, and all that, and my dad was safely ensconced in his home, and I have done as much as I can. Of Course mid phone calls, my phone took a crap, So I had to make an emergency trip to the ATT store, where the super nice man fixed my phone, he also set me up with my union discount, 18% (but not on everything) and I could give the sisters the all clear on operation mobilized Dad. Today (Saturday) was mostly quiet, work was fun (big corporate event) two of my crew, awesome, one on my crew, annoying. I was going to try and get over to Tonya's but Cole is working 8am to midnight, at a different location of the big corporate event. so, it was a no go, and after I told Tonya, thats when I found out about the notary business, but I just looked up mobile notaries, and they are like a thing. Tomorrow, is another long, but easy day... I wonder how else my day could explode.
I am trying not to freak out, or more importantly, get irrationally angry, but, its no ones fault they all have to bother me at the same time
oh, that boy, well its not going to work out.
um, I saw a Play this last Tuesday, and called A Great Wilderness, and now that I think about playwriting all the time, I think about plays in a different way. It seems pretentious, but there it is. I have always thought about plays in a different way from most theatre patrons, because I know how they are put together, and I know about beats, and acting moments, character arcs and, I know about intention. Theatre people believe our art can change the world, create great movements, etc. But... sometimes what we do is create work that allows the average liberal theatre goer to congratulate their goodness, and I think sometimes we forget who our actual audience is, and create work that... preaches to the choir. I am not sure what the intention of A Great Wilderness was, but I thought it was to make me question the morality of gay conversion camps. But... I've heard it was to make me feel compassion for the elderly gay conversion leader because his gay son killed himself and thats why they created the gentle conversion wilderness retreat. I think it could have been improved if the two male leads had kissed at one point, because there was some tension, but I think its because I have worked with both male leads, and I would have found it an interesting twist.
Unfortunately for A Great Wilderness, I spent too much time thinking about if I could write a play about the 9 days I was in California for my poor sick daddy (hi Daddy!) and how I got to know my half sisters really for the first time in my life, which was awesome.
The other thing(s) going on this week is the move, and this job I am doing, and great mobilize daddy event. It all began Wednesday, the 15th? when knowing this big event was happening at the end of January, which pays very well, and I wanted to do it, I emailed Tonya (future landlord) to see what her timeline was, I had several options, besides the big thing, and I was willing to be flexible to be able to move out of this damn place, but the answering email was evasive, so, when a show run at the big corporate event was available, I took it. Then I thought... maybe I was asking the wrong question, and I asked, when is the truck coming, and it turns out, she was going to make it out giving us a week (ish) to move in, Sort of. I had a brief hallucination, that I could move at night while working 12 hour days, but I can't, I might be able to pack a little... Then once Cole and I talked, and Pat talked to our apartment manager, we decided to make an announcement on facebook saying we were moving the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd. Tonya then got a little miffy, because she had been busting her ass, to get out, so, I sort of understand, but seriously... every freaking step of this process has been pulling teeth, I was afraid this would happen, and I had always thought I would walk away if it got too complicated, but it was too late the second I said it was a good idea to Tonya and to Cole. Because it seemed the easiest. Now she is bent out of shape because I can't drop everything to go get the lease notarized with her, what part of 8am to 8pm did she not understand, it only just came up today, when we have been trying to figure out a key handover for days, and whether Pat can come paint. He can't. All this started the second I started working one of my jobs this week (Seattle Rep, Thursday) and on Friday, my Dad got released from the hospital, and a flurry of phone calls, and updates, and all that, and my dad was safely ensconced in his home, and I have done as much as I can. Of Course mid phone calls, my phone took a crap, So I had to make an emergency trip to the ATT store, where the super nice man fixed my phone, he also set me up with my union discount, 18% (but not on everything) and I could give the sisters the all clear on operation mobilized Dad. Today (Saturday) was mostly quiet, work was fun (big corporate event) two of my crew, awesome, one on my crew, annoying. I was going to try and get over to Tonya's but Cole is working 8am to midnight, at a different location of the big corporate event. so, it was a no go, and after I told Tonya, thats when I found out about the notary business, but I just looked up mobile notaries, and they are like a thing. Tomorrow, is another long, but easy day... I wonder how else my day could explode.
Monday, January 13, 2014
a less bitter post?
a brief note on yesterday...
My thought today, and I could be wrong, is men often get a pass for wasting a woman's time, with the whole, don't call him, blah, blah, blah.
And I think thats what makes me crazy. I mean, extra crazy. Bean, get your voice out of my Head!
Where I don't feel like I can blurt out, What are you looking for! Maybe because I live in passive aggressive land, or maybe its our culture.
I also have been left with a bad taste in my mouth from an ex boyfriend who for more than 3 months, wasted my time, and I was supposed to play his game....
I was going for less bitter.
I just need to be more blunt, and ask. Isn't that what being a more mature woman is supposed to let me do.
I had a few thoughts on my novel I started for NaNoWriMo, I think I am going to disregard the "Rules" next November and continue what I started, I might throw out the tiny bit I've written, but... its not the novel's fault for the whole month of November to be co-opted for another persons dream.
Speaking of novels, I am really hoping to read more this year... I had thought I was reading an average of a book a week, but I was not. I might try to be ahead of the game and not read in November, just stare a lot at the screen. I guess I should write those plays....
But anyway, I have been reading Laini Taylor books lately. and she is awesome.
Was there a point to this?
My thought today, and I could be wrong, is men often get a pass for wasting a woman's time, with the whole, don't call him, blah, blah, blah.
And I think thats what makes me crazy. I mean, extra crazy. Bean, get your voice out of my Head!
Where I don't feel like I can blurt out, What are you looking for! Maybe because I live in passive aggressive land, or maybe its our culture.
I also have been left with a bad taste in my mouth from an ex boyfriend who for more than 3 months, wasted my time, and I was supposed to play his game....
I was going for less bitter.
I just need to be more blunt, and ask. Isn't that what being a more mature woman is supposed to let me do.
I had a few thoughts on my novel I started for NaNoWriMo, I think I am going to disregard the "Rules" next November and continue what I started, I might throw out the tiny bit I've written, but... its not the novel's fault for the whole month of November to be co-opted for another persons dream.
Speaking of novels, I am really hoping to read more this year... I had thought I was reading an average of a book a week, but I was not. I might try to be ahead of the game and not read in November, just stare a lot at the screen. I guess I should write those plays....
But anyway, I have been reading Laini Taylor books lately. and she is awesome.
Was there a point to this?
Not a Post for my Dad
No, Seriously Daddy,
I'm going to talk a little dirty.
I feel like I should have a modern, clinical sounding subtitle. I wrote one in the notebook.
But really... I'm not actually that fancy.
Though this is a little bit about how I think too many options in the dating/personal connection make it so there is no structure to follow. And while we are all supposed to be mature, and talk about things, in the beginning, its actually not that encouraged. But then, while I see the appeal of being blunt, there is a level of directness that can be off putting and crass.
Sprinkle the fact that I am neurotic, and you can see why I really don't date. Also commitment-phobe.
I used to be a huge flirt, it started when I was young, and it was fun, and eventually flirting can lead to sex. Mostly this is fine, and 90% of the boys out there are lovely creatures who realize flirting does not always lead to sex. But, 10% get mad at you, for not meaning it as more than an invitation for playful banter, some of them were inoffensive enough to sleep with and let it go. Others, not so much. But slowly I stopped flirting as much, and I have stopped flirting completely (as much as I am able) at work, because I am awkward, and strange and should not date coworkers...
But in my business, in my town, coworker is a board term....
Anyway,
recently, I guy in my local, who I work with sometimes, but not often, started to send me messages on Facebook, innocuous stuff, Hi, you're up late, get to sleep...etc, a couple of times, then a week ago, we just kept chatting, and it got a little sexual. And I will say I am intrigued. I will say I don't do well at spontaneous sexting with men I don't know well, I get... awkward, shy and a little freaked out. Not in a bad way, well, maybe, and I cut it off abruptly before it turned into some booty call.
I am not opposed to booty calls, but, well, I think I need more time. Boyfriends are a bother, commitment is a sticky subject, and yet I cannot recall having an orgasm with anyone the first time I have sex with someone, so, while I don't like to say it... it means I have given up a little. And so I'm out of practice. A series of booty calls, with someone who sort of understands my schedule, this could be ideal.
But there are other issues, (I am going to go on, and on, but the main issues are I'm insecure, awkward and weird in situations where I am not calling all the shots) sigh, it seemed from our conversation that my main appealing feature are the boobs, and it seems he missed that I had cancer and I'm a boob down. I don't think he is a jerk, so, ultimately if he is into me, it wont matter.
Or, he might be thinking, she is old, fat and lonely maybe she will come over and blow me. I do seem to appeal to drunk and sad men.
This is a terrible post.
I will do better tomorrow.
I'm going to talk a little dirty.
I feel like I should have a modern, clinical sounding subtitle. I wrote one in the notebook.
But really... I'm not actually that fancy.
Though this is a little bit about how I think too many options in the dating/personal connection make it so there is no structure to follow. And while we are all supposed to be mature, and talk about things, in the beginning, its actually not that encouraged. But then, while I see the appeal of being blunt, there is a level of directness that can be off putting and crass.
Sprinkle the fact that I am neurotic, and you can see why I really don't date. Also commitment-phobe.
I used to be a huge flirt, it started when I was young, and it was fun, and eventually flirting can lead to sex. Mostly this is fine, and 90% of the boys out there are lovely creatures who realize flirting does not always lead to sex. But, 10% get mad at you, for not meaning it as more than an invitation for playful banter, some of them were inoffensive enough to sleep with and let it go. Others, not so much. But slowly I stopped flirting as much, and I have stopped flirting completely (as much as I am able) at work, because I am awkward, and strange and should not date coworkers...
But in my business, in my town, coworker is a board term....
Anyway,
recently, I guy in my local, who I work with sometimes, but not often, started to send me messages on Facebook, innocuous stuff, Hi, you're up late, get to sleep...etc, a couple of times, then a week ago, we just kept chatting, and it got a little sexual. And I will say I am intrigued. I will say I don't do well at spontaneous sexting with men I don't know well, I get... awkward, shy and a little freaked out. Not in a bad way, well, maybe, and I cut it off abruptly before it turned into some booty call.
I am not opposed to booty calls, but, well, I think I need more time. Boyfriends are a bother, commitment is a sticky subject, and yet I cannot recall having an orgasm with anyone the first time I have sex with someone, so, while I don't like to say it... it means I have given up a little. And so I'm out of practice. A series of booty calls, with someone who sort of understands my schedule, this could be ideal.
But there are other issues, (I am going to go on, and on, but the main issues are I'm insecure, awkward and weird in situations where I am not calling all the shots) sigh, it seemed from our conversation that my main appealing feature are the boobs, and it seems he missed that I had cancer and I'm a boob down. I don't think he is a jerk, so, ultimately if he is into me, it wont matter.
Or, he might be thinking, she is old, fat and lonely maybe she will come over and blow me. I do seem to appeal to drunk and sad men.
This is a terrible post.
I will do better tomorrow.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Posting a link to a blog post,
Of something different than what the politicos and free market capitalists say about Cuba
getting better
This post might be a long one.
Sorry?
Anyway, last night my dad was moved from the regular hospital and into a convalescent hospital, which means his dependence on oxygen is reduced, and the "out going" tubes have been removed, my sister informed me, he is pretty happy to be moving forward. Which is awesome!
I successfully paid bills from my father's checking account, and I now have access to all the money. muahaha, though the responsibility is weighing me down. I need to also start signing him up for medi-cal and Kaiser, and looking into other supplemental insurance.
Another thing I will have to deal with is his living will, at one point, we (my older sisters and I ) thought we were being called to witness my dad being removed from machines that were keeping him alive. Yikes!
But he was on the mend when we arrived, but looking at much of the prewritten living will bullshit, and you realize its been written with the idea that you have had a massive stroke, or unrecoverable heart attack, and yes, if im not going to wake up, pull the plug, if I'm not going to be me, but if you are super sick, and they aren't sure whats happening, hook me up! Can I write that on the living will. I used to think I was not interested in all the things that keep you alive, if you can't, and now I think... use all the things!
So, on to other things. Did I talk about the drunk guy who liked me on new years eve, I think I did, anyway, I friended him on the facebook, not sure why, but I am hoping he is interesting when he isn't drunk? It just now occurred to me, that my drunk admirers could have beer goggles on, wow, that brought the mood down for a second. But I am going to assume its because I am too intimidating to approach sober.
But, 2014, might be my year for romance, since someone I know from work, who sometimes chats with me late at night on facebook, well, I let that go on for a bit, on my birthday, and he is at least interested in a little hot chat... is that just sexting now? anyway, its flattering, and I would be willing to go there. He doesn't appear to be aware I am down a boob, and I am not quite sure how to let that slip in conversation, so he can make an informed decision, hmmm. I did have an odd dream about him though... we were canoodling on his couch, and I got up to use the restroom, which was huge and had three bath tubs, when I returned, we were interrupted by his roommate, Chandler Briggs. Wacky.
One last thing, I saw the opera Rigoletto last night, and it was pretty great, Rigoletto is the servant of this powerful duke, who with the help of Rigoletto uses his power for debauchery. At a carnival party as Rigoletto and the duke, and the dukes men are conniving to separate a countess from her count, for naughty business, a gentleman arrives and accuses the duke of shaming his daughter, and he curses the duke and Rigoletto. After the party, Rigoletto returns to a house in town, to visit his fresh from the convent daughter, and to tell her to not let anyone see her, but he doesn't say why (the curse). Then he leaves, (he is observed leaving by a few of the Dukes men, and after he leaves, the handsome man the daughter has met at church, comes and woos her... (its the Duke). The Duke leaves, and later the dukes men decide to kidnap not the countess, but Rigoletto's "mistress", they are interrupted by Rigoletto, who they convince they are out to kidnap the countess, and they blindfold him, and make him help with their plans. They kidnap the daughter, leave Rigoletto, Rigoletto discovers what happen, and we are off to the next scene, the dukes house.
The Duke is upset that someone has kidnapped his little cutie, and his men come in an start talking about how they kidnapped this little cutie, Rigoletto's mistress, the Duke figures out they are one in the same, and hurries off, to be with the cutie. Rigoletto arrives, demands the girl, she comes running in, ostensibly ruined. Next we see Rigoletto and his daughter overhearing the duke seduce an assassins sister, (part of a plan) and the daughter is sent off to put boys clothes on and to travel to Verona, Rigoletto pays the assassin to kill the duke, and says he will be back later when the deed is done with the rest of the money, The assassins sister, pleads with her brother not to kill the duke, because she loves him now, so they agree to kill the first stranger to knock on the door instead. The daughter who has come back over hears this and knocks on the door, to sacrifice herself to save the duke. The daughter dies, Rigoletto finds out, and is sad, and blames the curse.
Now I think about this in a few ways, one way, is how would this play out if you reverse cast it, with a duchess seducing a son... etc. and the other way is what is our responsibility as purveyors of culture with pieces of art that no longer reflect the zeitgeist, of a culture? Was the Duke reprehensible when this was first performed? Or is it the portrayal of woman as easily seduced idiots who will do anything if a man says the right words? I didn't get to read a real program to see what the director says about it, so, maybe he talks about it.
Sorry?
Anyway, last night my dad was moved from the regular hospital and into a convalescent hospital, which means his dependence on oxygen is reduced, and the "out going" tubes have been removed, my sister informed me, he is pretty happy to be moving forward. Which is awesome!
I successfully paid bills from my father's checking account, and I now have access to all the money. muahaha, though the responsibility is weighing me down. I need to also start signing him up for medi-cal and Kaiser, and looking into other supplemental insurance.
Another thing I will have to deal with is his living will, at one point, we (my older sisters and I ) thought we were being called to witness my dad being removed from machines that were keeping him alive. Yikes!
But he was on the mend when we arrived, but looking at much of the prewritten living will bullshit, and you realize its been written with the idea that you have had a massive stroke, or unrecoverable heart attack, and yes, if im not going to wake up, pull the plug, if I'm not going to be me, but if you are super sick, and they aren't sure whats happening, hook me up! Can I write that on the living will. I used to think I was not interested in all the things that keep you alive, if you can't, and now I think... use all the things!
So, on to other things. Did I talk about the drunk guy who liked me on new years eve, I think I did, anyway, I friended him on the facebook, not sure why, but I am hoping he is interesting when he isn't drunk? It just now occurred to me, that my drunk admirers could have beer goggles on, wow, that brought the mood down for a second. But I am going to assume its because I am too intimidating to approach sober.
But, 2014, might be my year for romance, since someone I know from work, who sometimes chats with me late at night on facebook, well, I let that go on for a bit, on my birthday, and he is at least interested in a little hot chat... is that just sexting now? anyway, its flattering, and I would be willing to go there. He doesn't appear to be aware I am down a boob, and I am not quite sure how to let that slip in conversation, so he can make an informed decision, hmmm. I did have an odd dream about him though... we were canoodling on his couch, and I got up to use the restroom, which was huge and had three bath tubs, when I returned, we were interrupted by his roommate, Chandler Briggs. Wacky.
One last thing, I saw the opera Rigoletto last night, and it was pretty great, Rigoletto is the servant of this powerful duke, who with the help of Rigoletto uses his power for debauchery. At a carnival party as Rigoletto and the duke, and the dukes men are conniving to separate a countess from her count, for naughty business, a gentleman arrives and accuses the duke of shaming his daughter, and he curses the duke and Rigoletto. After the party, Rigoletto returns to a house in town, to visit his fresh from the convent daughter, and to tell her to not let anyone see her, but he doesn't say why (the curse). Then he leaves, (he is observed leaving by a few of the Dukes men, and after he leaves, the handsome man the daughter has met at church, comes and woos her... (its the Duke). The Duke leaves, and later the dukes men decide to kidnap not the countess, but Rigoletto's "mistress", they are interrupted by Rigoletto, who they convince they are out to kidnap the countess, and they blindfold him, and make him help with their plans. They kidnap the daughter, leave Rigoletto, Rigoletto discovers what happen, and we are off to the next scene, the dukes house.
The Duke is upset that someone has kidnapped his little cutie, and his men come in an start talking about how they kidnapped this little cutie, Rigoletto's mistress, the Duke figures out they are one in the same, and hurries off, to be with the cutie. Rigoletto arrives, demands the girl, she comes running in, ostensibly ruined. Next we see Rigoletto and his daughter overhearing the duke seduce an assassins sister, (part of a plan) and the daughter is sent off to put boys clothes on and to travel to Verona, Rigoletto pays the assassin to kill the duke, and says he will be back later when the deed is done with the rest of the money, The assassins sister, pleads with her brother not to kill the duke, because she loves him now, so they agree to kill the first stranger to knock on the door instead. The daughter who has come back over hears this and knocks on the door, to sacrifice herself to save the duke. The daughter dies, Rigoletto finds out, and is sad, and blames the curse.
Now I think about this in a few ways, one way, is how would this play out if you reverse cast it, with a duchess seducing a son... etc. and the other way is what is our responsibility as purveyors of culture with pieces of art that no longer reflect the zeitgeist, of a culture? Was the Duke reprehensible when this was first performed? Or is it the portrayal of woman as easily seduced idiots who will do anything if a man says the right words? I didn't get to read a real program to see what the director says about it, so, maybe he talks about it.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
a week and a day
its been a week and a day, since Dawn called me and told me Dad was very sick.
A quick revue of finances, and a consult about airfare, and I got a ticket, and came down.
As soon as I got here? Dad started to improve, and its been remarkable, to see how much improvement he makes from one day to the next.
But still I freak out and get control issues... I want to magically solve all of the problems, and disregard everyone's opinions, but instead its becoming a lesson in just being.
I did use the California vacation for a little bit of other visiting, not as much as I had hoped I think, but... I made it to the Gromek party, it was nice. (a drunk guy hit on me, I feel bad, he seemed nice) played Cards Against humanity. funny! I saw Ed Rede coming in, and Paul Skelton on the way back from the party. I am so blessed, with such people in my life. I sometimes, just dont see what they see in me. On this trip, I also got to connect with my sisters, well, so far only ShIelley, but Colleen comes in tonight. I'm not certain I have ever talked to Colleen for more than an hour in my life. So, im a bit nervous about it. But anyway, I also spent a little time with my aunt Darlene, who said I was easy to love. How sweet is that?
But, I need to get some work done, thats why I pulled out the computer.
So later.
A quick revue of finances, and a consult about airfare, and I got a ticket, and came down.
As soon as I got here? Dad started to improve, and its been remarkable, to see how much improvement he makes from one day to the next.
But still I freak out and get control issues... I want to magically solve all of the problems, and disregard everyone's opinions, but instead its becoming a lesson in just being.
I did use the California vacation for a little bit of other visiting, not as much as I had hoped I think, but... I made it to the Gromek party, it was nice. (a drunk guy hit on me, I feel bad, he seemed nice) played Cards Against humanity. funny! I saw Ed Rede coming in, and Paul Skelton on the way back from the party. I am so blessed, with such people in my life. I sometimes, just dont see what they see in me. On this trip, I also got to connect with my sisters, well, so far only ShIelley, but Colleen comes in tonight. I'm not certain I have ever talked to Colleen for more than an hour in my life. So, im a bit nervous about it. But anyway, I also spent a little time with my aunt Darlene, who said I was easy to love. How sweet is that?
But, I need to get some work done, thats why I pulled out the computer.
So later.
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