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Of course I'm finally energetic, pain-free, and ready to take on the world. It's 1:24am. The gym I joined on Wednesday won't open for five and a half hours. At 7am, I'm equally likely to be a dead-eyed zombie or asleep. But I have such a huge backlog to report, might as well start hacking away at that.
Well, first of all, there's things that deserve their own distinct entries, and I'm not really ready for any of them. Just listing here in the hopes I'll have the patience and courage to flesh each out:
• Fetish Fleamarket 2015
• The Harrowing Houseguest
• Driving Mr. Dad
• WALK THE MOTHERFUCKING MOON!
Those are the biggies, really. I had an emotionally exhausting trip to help out my Dad for most of March, and then metaphorically collapsed in my bed and barely left it until recently. The summer was very quiet: my plans of the Beltane LARP and Firefly and camping all fell apart.
I spent some time mourning the lack of Tiger. Such a stark contrast from the picnics and horsebackriding and bonfires and multitude of adventures we had together in the summer of '14! Then I realized that I was mostly to blame. I was withdrawn and very boring when we did hang out, and I didn't have the strength to do my Domme-ly duty. "Hey! Get Saturday night off, there's a bonfire in Attleboro!" (This does not annoy him in the least, he calls me his social calendar.) And lacking even that amount of oomph, I certainly couldn't reach out and ask for rides from friends to this or that shindig.
I just didn't want to go anywhere. I had two mosquito bites for the entire summer, both gotten on the same night two weeks ago. I think in order for Firefly to happen, I'd need someone to latch onto who'd be willing to organize everything and just keep talking up how much fun it'd be. Or lacking that, at least have a solution to the tent/air mattress problem. It's been lingering for, what, 11 years? When was that time Coyote and I went to Acadia last? It was before my parents moved west, so over 8 years.
There were a few bright moments, though. Wait, stop. A lot of my summer, I was reasonably content. Watching a ton of Netflix was exactly what I wanted to do. It was a more isolated hibernation, but I don't really know how to measure "better" or "worse". I can't retain the sensations of hibernating-me whilst I'm awake-me, so how could I possibly remember the exact feelings from one hibernation to another? Perhaps the Pacifica app data will help with that.
Anyway. Events worth recording!
All of us were old hats at the India Point Park 4th of July celebration- it was the second one for everyone! (I am so not counting the lame year I glimpsed some pretty colors through the trees, as I strained my eyes through the window of the Toy Room.) Though last year was quite different- Coyote's new girlfriend went with her friends, presumably. Coyote and I sat together and had a brief visit by Tiger, but he'd come with a roommate that I despised.
This year, we four sat two by two on my outspread sleeping bag. Coyote's gf is a musician, so she and Coyote adored the RI Philharmonic concert. Tiger and I enjoyed that, but were much more into the fireworks themselves. And the cheezy patriotic recorded songs that accompanied them- we even sang along. I don't know why I really like them on that one day, but I do! Though if they asked me to make that playlist, I'd leave off some tracks in favor of the likes of Eminem's "Mosh" and, oh, lots of tracks from Green Day's American Idiot. There's a lot to being American, and we need the snark alongside the smiles.
The local park association has been putting on free summer concerts for all the years we've been living on the East Side, but I've not managed to go to any. The nearest ones were a whole mile or so away! Le gasp. This summer, they had two in the Toddler Zoo, the playground at the end of the block. Not only is that ridiculously close, even hibernating-me can muster up the energy to drag a camping chair along for a comfy seat. They were, naturally, aimed at very young children. That was all the better for me, so easy to sing along, and sometimes play along too. I did all my wiggling and dancing from my chair, but I know it was so good for me. Tiger even accompanied me to the first one, and did an excellent job of humoring my childish needs. :)
The big disappointment of August was that, after talking it up for a whole year, Tiger failed to bring me to the country fair in his hometown. But somehow, I managed to get myself to the Misquamicut Festival on a beach in South County.
I'll start my next post there, catch you up on that and the other fun of the past two weekends. This coming one is going to be more relaxed, the planned high points are my second gym visit and church Sunday morning, assuming my whackadoodle sleep schedule allows me. I hope it does, I'm one of three High Sopranos. They're counting on me to hum one single E note, dammit! I can't let them down! *chuckles* Naw, it's that I really want to be there. I can crash out afterwards, if I'm having another sleepless night.
Well, first of all, there's things that deserve their own distinct entries, and I'm not really ready for any of them. Just listing here in the hopes I'll have the patience and courage to flesh each out:
• Fetish Fleamarket 2015
• The Harrowing Houseguest
• Driving Mr. Dad
• WALK THE MOTHERFUCKING MOON!
Those are the biggies, really. I had an emotionally exhausting trip to help out my Dad for most of March, and then metaphorically collapsed in my bed and barely left it until recently. The summer was very quiet: my plans of the Beltane LARP and Firefly and camping all fell apart.
I spent some time mourning the lack of Tiger. Such a stark contrast from the picnics and horsebackriding and bonfires and multitude of adventures we had together in the summer of '14! Then I realized that I was mostly to blame. I was withdrawn and very boring when we did hang out, and I didn't have the strength to do my Domme-ly duty. "Hey! Get Saturday night off, there's a bonfire in Attleboro!" (This does not annoy him in the least, he calls me his social calendar.) And lacking even that amount of oomph, I certainly couldn't reach out and ask for rides from friends to this or that shindig.
I just didn't want to go anywhere. I had two mosquito bites for the entire summer, both gotten on the same night two weeks ago. I think in order for Firefly to happen, I'd need someone to latch onto who'd be willing to organize everything and just keep talking up how much fun it'd be. Or lacking that, at least have a solution to the tent/air mattress problem. It's been lingering for, what, 11 years? When was that time Coyote and I went to Acadia last? It was before my parents moved west, so over 8 years.
There were a few bright moments, though. Wait, stop. A lot of my summer, I was reasonably content. Watching a ton of Netflix was exactly what I wanted to do. It was a more isolated hibernation, but I don't really know how to measure "better" or "worse". I can't retain the sensations of hibernating-me whilst I'm awake-me, so how could I possibly remember the exact feelings from one hibernation to another? Perhaps the Pacifica app data will help with that.
Anyway. Events worth recording!
All of us were old hats at the India Point Park 4th of July celebration- it was the second one for everyone! (I am so not counting the lame year I glimpsed some pretty colors through the trees, as I strained my eyes through the window of the Toy Room.) Though last year was quite different- Coyote's new girlfriend went with her friends, presumably. Coyote and I sat together and had a brief visit by Tiger, but he'd come with a roommate that I despised.
This year, we four sat two by two on my outspread sleeping bag. Coyote's gf is a musician, so she and Coyote adored the RI Philharmonic concert. Tiger and I enjoyed that, but were much more into the fireworks themselves. And the cheezy patriotic recorded songs that accompanied them- we even sang along. I don't know why I really like them on that one day, but I do! Though if they asked me to make that playlist, I'd leave off some tracks in favor of the likes of Eminem's "Mosh" and, oh, lots of tracks from Green Day's American Idiot. There's a lot to being American, and we need the snark alongside the smiles.
The local park association has been putting on free summer concerts for all the years we've been living on the East Side, but I've not managed to go to any. The nearest ones were a whole mile or so away! Le gasp. This summer, they had two in the Toddler Zoo, the playground at the end of the block. Not only is that ridiculously close, even hibernating-me can muster up the energy to drag a camping chair along for a comfy seat. They were, naturally, aimed at very young children. That was all the better for me, so easy to sing along, and sometimes play along too. I did all my wiggling and dancing from my chair, but I know it was so good for me. Tiger even accompanied me to the first one, and did an excellent job of humoring my childish needs. :)
The big disappointment of August was that, after talking it up for a whole year, Tiger failed to bring me to the country fair in his hometown. But somehow, I managed to get myself to the Misquamicut Festival on a beach in South County.
I'll start my next post there, catch you up on that and the other fun of the past two weekends. This coming one is going to be more relaxed, the planned high points are my second gym visit and church Sunday morning, assuming my whackadoodle sleep schedule allows me. I hope it does, I'm one of three High Sopranos. They're counting on me to hum one single E note, dammit! I can't let them down! *chuckles* Naw, it's that I really want to be there. I can crash out afterwards, if I'm having another sleepless night.