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A quiet weekend. Raining -- "June-Gloom" as the locals refer to it. My SO and I have decided to take a respite from Our Relationship Issues for a while, till we both have the head space to deal with the conversations and implications honestly. Consequently -- the quiet weekend...
I lingered on our balcony in the early part of the morning, watching my SO tend to our small, but growing garden. After a while we meandered off to our weekend ritual of coffee and the sunday paper. Its the local paper these days, as we are contemplating buying a house. California is not an inexpensive place to live, so we don't feel any rush to find a place. And, it depends on what happens with us -- but again, we are tabling that for the moment.
Eventually, my SO turns to studying for his upcoming exams, I take the time for reading ("Diamond", Matthew Hart) and thumbnailing a few ideas I have for a painting. (Some influenced from the gorgeous, textured film, "The Quiet American.") Luxury's of time I do not take lightly, as I watch the bleary-eyed, textbook laden students falling into the aisles of the coffee shop we are at. I do not miss finals...
This weekend is providing a quiet balance to my weekdays. I do think that my workplace environment of entirely male, primarily ex-military has been influencing and feeding my existing aggressive tendencies. Not altogether bad, nor altogether unfamiliar, but these skills (skills?) don't immediately translate to other parts of my life -- like home. The job is still relatively new, so things will probably settle. More on this later...
I lingered on our balcony in the early part of the morning, watching my SO tend to our small, but growing garden. After a while we meandered off to our weekend ritual of coffee and the sunday paper. Its the local paper these days, as we are contemplating buying a house. California is not an inexpensive place to live, so we don't feel any rush to find a place. And, it depends on what happens with us -- but again, we are tabling that for the moment.
Eventually, my SO turns to studying for his upcoming exams, I take the time for reading ("Diamond", Matthew Hart) and thumbnailing a few ideas I have for a painting. (Some influenced from the gorgeous, textured film, "The Quiet American.") Luxury's of time I do not take lightly, as I watch the bleary-eyed, textbook laden students falling into the aisles of the coffee shop we are at. I do not miss finals...
This weekend is providing a quiet balance to my weekdays. I do think that my workplace environment of entirely male, primarily ex-military has been influencing and feeding my existing aggressive tendencies. Not altogether bad, nor altogether unfamiliar, but these skills (skills?) don't immediately translate to other parts of my life -- like home. The job is still relatively new, so things will probably settle. More on this later...