Avery is still running a fever, so Maggie is trying to get her in to see Dr. MacLeod. With any luck, he can see her today. She is being a little trooper despite being a sick little girl, walking around the house and pushing her little duck-on-a-stick thingy. Right now she’s sitting beside me and eating her blueberry waffle. I was telling Damien & Amy yesterday that she has to have a waffle every morning, not having one is like me not having my coffee, which you don’t want to be around for. […unpretty…]
Wednesday is Damien’s big moving day, we’re going to Atlanta to get his furniture and bring it back to the new apartment. I’m going to spend some time today getting some things I have for him here packed up and ready to go as well. I’m very excited for him that he will have his own palce again, especially since it will allow him privacy and a place to escape the daily noise and get quiet time. It will also force him to get out more and have time for himself, and have to make new friends. I love that he has made friends with a lot of the people I know, I just want him to have more.
::turns to the right, watches the baby scold and chastize a bite of waffle, slam a tiny little fist on her high chair tray, look at me as if to say “Oh, you want some too? BRING IT!!”::
I need to get creative again, when I have the time to devote to that part of me that wants to create something. I really want to take some new pictures of downtown. Sometime soon I’m going to ride my bike sown broadway and get pictures of things I can make brushes out of.
By the way… Does anyone know how to make and save brush sets in PhotoShop 7? I have several that I want to make, just haven’t done them yet. Once I get them made and saved, I’m going to add a new page to my site so I can share them.
Woke up and started cleaning… Fixed the drain in my bathroom, which was backed up by the scariest hair clog known to man and dog… Went to the meeting and said my say, listened to everyone have theirs, and played mediator… Came home and made a dinner of Cajun lasagne and caramel apple tarts… Watched Six Feet Under and Queer As Folk… Now having a glass of merlot and enjoying the quiet time…
Avery is sick again, she had a temperature of 101 earlier so I have to sleep with one eye and both ears open tonight. Hopefuly she will be fine in the morning and not crabby.
I feel very strange tonight. Beyond explaination, just strange. Tired and weary from this long day of non-stop something-or-other, irritated and stressed out a bit, and generally just down. I feel kind of blue lately. I also feel kind of like screaming until I have no voice anymore at no one in particular.
I found an old journal a while back where I was having this recurring death dream. It didn’t scare me in the least, it was just odd. I have a deal with my own mortality and I accept that it will end one day. I’ve also been clinically dead before, and there is no fanfare or tunnel of lights or people that passed on before you waiting with open arms. I just died on the ER table and went to sleep because I couldn’t breathe. I just let go of my fear and accepted that I had no control over not breathing, and went to sleep…
Anyway, in my dream I was falling through a series of plate glass windows. The glass would splinter and shadow from the windows and cut me to shreds each time I fell into a new one and I could feel each individual cut singularly, and feel the warmth of the blood on my flesh suddenly turn to cold streaks as the air passed over me and took me into a new window. I became obsessed with this dream, and somehow became convinced that I would die this way on Valentine’s day of the following year. Here’s the really odd part. The night of Valentine’s day that following year, I was getting into bed and realized that it didn’t happen, that I had obsessed over it for months and by the end of that day I hadn’t even given it a thought and in a very wierd way I was disappointed.
I decided then that there were no absolutes and that I just wanted to live honestly on my own terms and not everyone else’s.
Anyway, I thought it was an interesting story.
This afternoon we are meeting to have the big showdown/confrontation/resolution to conflict deal with the crap that has been dropped on all of us. With any luck, I can deliver my own message and explain what I expect from everyone before the chum gets into the water, because once that bullshit starts, I’m leaving them to eat each other and never looking back.
It’s bloody cold this morning. We were planning on biking after the meeting, but there’s no way I can bike if it doesn’t warm up. Plus it’s windy as all hell and I’m liable to get my ass blown right off my bike and into the Chattamahoochee. Where it is nasty. And toxic. And I’ll grow a third eye. Which will be blind. On my arm. I’m stopping now…
Meet-up time.
Would everyone kindly adjust their respective schedules so that we may meet at the Lakebottom Bandshelter at noon this Sunday and once and for all put these things to rest. I ask that you bring with you a list of the things you want to say so that we may have a semblance of order, as everyone will get no more than 10 minutes to say what they want to say ~ after that, it will be over and done as a group and you will each be expected to go DIRECTLY to the person you have future problems with instead of discussing it with ANYONE else, lest I slay you ~ but not before fining you $5,000.00 for the foolish transgression. I’m officially enacting this in the form of Stupidity Tax™, so be told.
I want it know that I have expectations of everyone involved (excluding Nate, as he is the newest member of the “friends’ circle” here and I personally don’t know him to call him my friend). I expect that if you cannot resolve your issues with whomever after Sunday and/or by Monday, then you will have the sense to sever all ties with that person. This means:
- you will have nothing to do with them from that point on
- you forfeit your right to talk shit about that person, EVER AGAIN*
- you will make the declaration that this person is dead to you, and that all future attempts at reconciliation will be heretofore null and void
- you accept that if you cannot resolve these issues with one another and resume your friendships, friendships I have personally witnessed evolution of for a long time, that I will lose a lot of respect for you and find it difficult if not impossible to take you seriously from now on
I’m emailing this to each of you, I expect a reply by tomorrow afternoon.
Been a long time since I went to this site, I’d forgotten to put a link to it on my new layout. Oh well. It’s worth perusing, if for nothing else than S&G…
We’re biking again this evening, right around 6 or so. Nathan is riding with me to the Lytle House this evening, and whomever wants to ride with us is more than welcomed to. Tonight I’m going to try for both trips there and back. Might take me longer, but I’m going to try. It’s funny - I can ride the Riverwalk forever, but the hills over here absolutely kill my hips after a little while coming back. The one right before the Sing store isn’t as bad as the one going to Kirkwood, that one is a killer!
Avery’s new thing is to smile as big as she can while wrinkling her little nose and making this funny noise. She has four teeth now, two on top and two on bottom.
I’m only making mention of the teeth because she just waddled over and bit the bejeezus out of me. Then she did this little curtsy thing while holding the hem of her ladybug dress as if to say “Thank you, I’m here all week… Try the chicken.”
It absolutely boggles the mind how fucking stupid some people are. Case in point: Supreme Court hears sodomy case, Texas fights to retain law in case over gay sex.
One more thing, a request of a few of my friends whom I love so much… (had to preface this with the love thing before I put it out there, a spoonful of sugar helps the napalm go down, you know…) Can you all grow the FUCK up, please?
I never saw that one coming, that’s for sure. Apparently I was wrong when I said I was unshockable.
There is nothing quite like the last person you’d expect coming along and kicking you right in the balls.
