my weekend
I was sort of asked out by a really neat kinky poly pagan woman. More like, negotiations and talks are ensuing about how to proceed about the mutual attraction. I've been badly hurt in the past, so talking is a good thing. Much making out and grab-assing to begin the conversation and I'm good with that.
I flirted my ass off for most of the weekend.
I got to see some people I really like. And I had words and set boundaries with people I hadn't previously understood very well/had good connections with before. Maybe I offended some. If so I apologize and still at the end of the day I feel pretty good about how the weekend went. I hate being put into the position where I have to set a hard boundary because someone operates on the principal that It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission. That pushes amazing icky boundary buttons with me. I know I can't change people but if I get a chance to understand them I can deal more harmoniously with them, and knowing the principals of how they work means they're less scary with the button pushing.
I was over warm, and am wrung out physically. Very nice moderate exercise that mostly only hurt due to heat. I just feel so fundementally wiped. The allergy thing was helped by the fact that we brought a low energy-draw air purifier. I also didn't eat any peanuts and that was not a bad thing. No MSG, no other crazy preservatives and I'm better off than I could have been. Yeah, life is good, I had no major problems while I was about 27 miles from possible help.
Chatted with some people I hadn't previously had a chance to. I've come to realize that no matter how fervently someone states something, without evidence to substantiate it, It's not a sign of brilliance and they're talking out of their asses.
I sang some great songs. Clohinne Winds and King Orpheus, and more privately, Band O Shearers and Heather on the Moore. Saw some really nice dancing and that made me actually want to take belly dance lessons... still. I danced some too and was proclaimed to be a rock star. There are times when I actually convince myself to feel worthy of the title. It's pretty novel.
W and I created a lovely maypole decoration thingy together, but in the end I still got pine sap on my shirt as we wrapped the wreath holding the ribbons around the tree.
There was some awesome foody stuff happening. For a house without much excess energy for fans and air conditioners, blueberry and vanilla ice cream with toppings was a welcomed surprise.
My bread went over well, and the quiche was just lovely. Not to mention the garlic potatoes and meat kabobs as well as good hornsby's to wash it down.
Bear got to play in the smithy that S set up. It was kind of sexy to see two strong sweaty men with black soot on their bodies pumping/ turning the bellows and making things that they can use out of an old and non-functional screwdrivers. The pounding with the hammers was neat to watch, but the toxic fumes were less than fun.
Staying in a house with a flush toilet makes all the difference. Thank you S for digging a septic system, it's awesome.
Oh yeah and btw, I like the dog just fine. It's taking me a while to know what to do with her though.
And now.... on to the papers from hell. Hey how much do any of you know about Cobell V Kempthorne and Indian trust lawsuits? The second generation of Pre-Raphaeliites? Seven different psychological approaches to the concept of happiness? and how about comparing a couple of art pieces from the Legion of honor?
I flirted my ass off for most of the weekend.
I got to see some people I really like. And I had words and set boundaries with people I hadn't previously understood very well/had good connections with before. Maybe I offended some. If so I apologize and still at the end of the day I feel pretty good about how the weekend went. I hate being put into the position where I have to set a hard boundary because someone operates on the principal that It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission. That pushes amazing icky boundary buttons with me. I know I can't change people but if I get a chance to understand them I can deal more harmoniously with them, and knowing the principals of how they work means they're less scary with the button pushing.
I was over warm, and am wrung out physically. Very nice moderate exercise that mostly only hurt due to heat. I just feel so fundementally wiped. The allergy thing was helped by the fact that we brought a low energy-draw air purifier. I also didn't eat any peanuts and that was not a bad thing. No MSG, no other crazy preservatives and I'm better off than I could have been. Yeah, life is good, I had no major problems while I was about 27 miles from possible help.
Chatted with some people I hadn't previously had a chance to. I've come to realize that no matter how fervently someone states something, without evidence to substantiate it, It's not a sign of brilliance and they're talking out of their asses.
I sang some great songs. Clohinne Winds and King Orpheus, and more privately, Band O Shearers and Heather on the Moore. Saw some really nice dancing and that made me actually want to take belly dance lessons... still. I danced some too and was proclaimed to be a rock star. There are times when I actually convince myself to feel worthy of the title. It's pretty novel.
W and I created a lovely maypole decoration thingy together, but in the end I still got pine sap on my shirt as we wrapped the wreath holding the ribbons around the tree.
There was some awesome foody stuff happening. For a house without much excess energy for fans and air conditioners, blueberry and vanilla ice cream with toppings was a welcomed surprise.
My bread went over well, and the quiche was just lovely. Not to mention the garlic potatoes and meat kabobs as well as good hornsby's to wash it down.
Bear got to play in the smithy that S set up. It was kind of sexy to see two strong sweaty men with black soot on their bodies pumping/ turning the bellows and making things that they can use out of an old and non-functional screwdrivers. The pounding with the hammers was neat to watch, but the toxic fumes were less than fun.
Staying in a house with a flush toilet makes all the difference. Thank you S for digging a septic system, it's awesome.
Oh yeah and btw, I like the dog just fine. It's taking me a while to know what to do with her though.
And now.... on to the papers from hell. Hey how much do any of you know about Cobell V Kempthorne and Indian trust lawsuits? The second generation of Pre-Raphaeliites? Seven different psychological approaches to the concept of happiness? and how about comparing a couple of art pieces from the Legion of honor?