saturday night in
So, the trying to post every day thing is working out real well. Oi. I guess if it takes 21 days to quit a bad habit, it would take just as long start a good habit? We'll see, I guess.
Today I was able to spend time with my mom and brother. He was helping around the house doing some landscape work, and I was doing some painting. We were trying to get the house ready for when Roxy and Shell come this Tuesday.
I'm excited for their visit. It's always fun to see Mom with her sisters, and since Shell had Noah and Grace their visits are even more fun. I suppose children will do that. I wish people were more like children. Less agendas, more imagination.
I always enjoy talking to my mom and my brother. The conversation is always interesting and engaging, and I always get that excited feeling you feel when you know the person you are talking to is on the exact same page - on the same word, on the same line, in the same paragraph on the same page.
That's something that is sometimes not there with Ryan and I. He's a good listener, and I know I can talk to him about anything, but that feeling isn't always there. We agree on things, we get passionate about the same things, but we are not always on the same page. It does feel good when we are, though.
Football, for example. Probably the worst thing I ever did was let my dad bring a converter box over to the apartment. Ryan, the poor misguided man, loves football. And my dad, who's taken a liking to the tall one and never quite understood my fight against TV, brings the converter box over so we can at least get the non-cable channels at home. And now that football season has started again, I get to listen to the pointless crowd noise and inane banter of the announcers. This is not exactly my idea of a peaceful evening at home. But I guess this is what relationships require - compromises. We'll see how long this lasts...
Alan leaves next week. I'm not sure what to think about this. It's a complicated issue. Ryan doesn't trust Alan, and doesn't like me hanging out with him one-on-one (for which he has perfectly valid reasons, which I won't go in to tonight). But I'm sort of Alan's person, I think. Most of the time. Maybe not. I just know that we talk when things are rough, for either of us. And I know that there were a few times when I slipped out to have coffee with him and catch up when Ryan had night class. I mean, these are things I should have told him, yes. But I'm not going to choose between my friend and my boyfriend, and I thought it would just be easier if what he didn't know didn't end up hurting him. I don't know. This is the only instance I've ever not been truthful to Ryan. But no one has been hurt, and I've never cheated on the man, so I figure things can't be that bad. Right?
But I'm getting sidetracked. The point is: I've been frustrated with Alan, and having to be that person - especially when I was trying to finish my degree this spring (mostly just because I was always so short on time). I am going to miss him dearly, however, when he leaves. Interesting things always happen when Alan is around, and I know he doesn't think it but it's true and it won't be the same without him around.
In happier news, I'm excited to see some college friends tomorrow. Spending time with Angie, Karl, and Heidi and Justin, and then seeing Jase play at the Fineline in the evening. It makes my heart happy now that Heidi and Justin are such good friends, and I look forward to opportunities when Ryan and I get to spend time with them. They're good people. And I think it will make Jase's heart happy to see that he has friends during his performance.
Let's hope this week I can schedule some interviews.
Today I was able to spend time with my mom and brother. He was helping around the house doing some landscape work, and I was doing some painting. We were trying to get the house ready for when Roxy and Shell come this Tuesday.
I'm excited for their visit. It's always fun to see Mom with her sisters, and since Shell had Noah and Grace their visits are even more fun. I suppose children will do that. I wish people were more like children. Less agendas, more imagination.
I always enjoy talking to my mom and my brother. The conversation is always interesting and engaging, and I always get that excited feeling you feel when you know the person you are talking to is on the exact same page - on the same word, on the same line, in the same paragraph on the same page.
That's something that is sometimes not there with Ryan and I. He's a good listener, and I know I can talk to him about anything, but that feeling isn't always there. We agree on things, we get passionate about the same things, but we are not always on the same page. It does feel good when we are, though.
Football, for example. Probably the worst thing I ever did was let my dad bring a converter box over to the apartment. Ryan, the poor misguided man, loves football. And my dad, who's taken a liking to the tall one and never quite understood my fight against TV, brings the converter box over so we can at least get the non-cable channels at home. And now that football season has started again, I get to listen to the pointless crowd noise and inane banter of the announcers. This is not exactly my idea of a peaceful evening at home. But I guess this is what relationships require - compromises. We'll see how long this lasts...
Alan leaves next week. I'm not sure what to think about this. It's a complicated issue. Ryan doesn't trust Alan, and doesn't like me hanging out with him one-on-one (for which he has perfectly valid reasons, which I won't go in to tonight). But I'm sort of Alan's person, I think. Most of the time. Maybe not. I just know that we talk when things are rough, for either of us. And I know that there were a few times when I slipped out to have coffee with him and catch up when Ryan had night class. I mean, these are things I should have told him, yes. But I'm not going to choose between my friend and my boyfriend, and I thought it would just be easier if what he didn't know didn't end up hurting him. I don't know. This is the only instance I've ever not been truthful to Ryan. But no one has been hurt, and I've never cheated on the man, so I figure things can't be that bad. Right?
But I'm getting sidetracked. The point is: I've been frustrated with Alan, and having to be that person - especially when I was trying to finish my degree this spring (mostly just because I was always so short on time). I am going to miss him dearly, however, when he leaves. Interesting things always happen when Alan is around, and I know he doesn't think it but it's true and it won't be the same without him around.
In happier news, I'm excited to see some college friends tomorrow. Spending time with Angie, Karl, and Heidi and Justin, and then seeing Jase play at the Fineline in the evening. It makes my heart happy now that Heidi and Justin are such good friends, and I look forward to opportunities when Ryan and I get to spend time with them. They're good people. And I think it will make Jase's heart happy to see that he has friends during his performance.
Let's hope this week I can schedule some interviews.