Celebrate and Let Go
I am posting from my backyard with Didimous, my shiztzu, in my lap. It's almost 70degrees outside, with a high in the mid 80's. It's heaven and I plan on staying outside as long as possible.
Last night, The Husband and I came outside for a smoke (yeah, I know, its terrible, but whatchagonnado?) because a cold front FINALLY moved through. We've been sweating in 100degree+weather for a month now, so any chance to get out in the nice weather, I'll take it.
A little grey frog, who has been slumming it in my plants came by to say hi. There's all manner of dragonfly, gypsy moths, weird and wonderful spiders,lizards, you name it. I love our backyard!
Its time for a change: in my garden, in my marriage, in my friends and in my life in general.
My marriage is awesome. I am thrilled to be married and I'm even more thrilled that The Husband not only auditioned *really well* for the show I'm stage managing, he even got cast! (I had nothing to do with the casting, but it is quite glamorous to get paid to boss him around!) The show is silly, but fun, and I think will be a great way to ease ourselves into the Tulsa Theatre world. There's LOTS to do and see here and we really can have it all here, but we can't have it all *right now*. I'm choosing to do this show, which will last up until Halloween, then take a break for the holiday season and start fresh in the spring. Hopefully, by then, I'll have a grasp on who I want to work with and will have established a base of friends to collaborate with.
I know this next week will be a doozy: him working full time, we're in rehearsals five nights/week, a full social calendar, and company coming to stay for a while. I hope this last little growing pain spell is over and we can at least laugh at the chaos and enjoy.
Speaking of friends: while I miss everyone terribly, I've been going thru a "dont know what you got till it's gone phase." I am so grateful and feel so blessed to have the friends I have, both near and far. I love you. Thank you for putting up with me!
My garden is about to be dug up and replanted. Winter is only three months away and while Fall, here, is absolutely gorgeous, that first night of deep freeze will kill all my tender little plant babies. Fall is usually a bag of mixed emotions for me: the end of the god-awful summers and the beginning of the holiday season. Halloween season is never long enough for my tastes, but is always the zing I need to move forward into another dreadful time of year: Christmas.
I need to cut off someone out of my life that keeps coming back like a bad rash: Mr B. He recently graduated school with his Masters Degree. I offered to help him get a suit for his new career. He fought me and fought me on it. Last week, his boss, who was suffering with terminal cancer, finally died. Mr B has been the one to keep the family and the business together and was going to officiate the funeral. He called me Friday, "Jen, can you please come with me to Men's Warehouse to pick out a suit for the funeral? I need your help..."
It was a fun experience. It was just me+him, which is always a hoot, but that man has no social grace whatsofreakingever! I helped him pick out two suits and handed him a bit of money. "To invest in your upcoming career!" I exclaimed.
Last Sunday, I invited MrB+wife over for dinner. (I found "eye of round steaks" on sale for very cheap and have been hoarding them for company...). They were an hour and 1/2 late, cranky, miserable, and made us miserable as well. We were supposed to go get our nails done together to prep for the funeral. Mr B's nails were disgusting. I tried, very kindly, to tell him that looking professional = good grooming. I don't think he took the hint. I keep trying to tell him, by completely blowing sunshine up his ass, that a "good looking fella like you only needs to keep a good haircut, nails clean, and shiny shoes and you'll wow them with your personality!" I don't know if he took it to heart, but I tried. God help me, I tried.
They didn't arrive with a dessert, like they promised they were going to. His wife is the most boring person I've ever met. They ate, and the only real "fun" we had was playing on the Wii. They stayed way too long and the minute they walked out the door, The Husband and I got into a fight.
I'm done. I gave it my best, tried everything I could to uplift a friend in a time of trouble, and I feel a little used and disrespected. It wasn't worth the fight it created between the hubby and I and it certainly isn't worth my time to try to help someone forward their career if they aren't willing to take the much needed next step into adulthood.
I'm. Done.
So? A very mild, gentle breeze is calling me to get my hands dirty. I move forward knowing I did right by them, but it wouldn't hurt my feelings if he lost my number.