Shoveling the Week
Got so much I could/prolly need to post about. Going to step over those things for the time being, maybe post them tonight.
Last night, I hosted Beth's small birthday party. Just three others besides myself -- Brian, Don, and Mary. Mary set up fondue with a shitload of dip-things ... plus beer, wine, etc. Beth had bought some new cheap accessories from the new men's (?!) section of Claire's in the mall. She was trying to look teenily butch, I think.
Played pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey on the porch, got drunk. Well, I didn't really. Had really bad swelling in my glands/adenoids area. Don gave me a hydrocodone and I was soon high as everyody else -- thank Ol' Scratch!
Beth seemed to like what I wrote her for her birthday, which basically recalled the 17 years we've known each other, the years we were together, her old self stitched to her new self. She has been thinking of getting out of town since the sliding of her latest relationship. I'd want her to go, of course, but I can hardly imagine not having her handy after 12 of those afore-mentioned years.
Joe came home later and we gabbed my high away, watched him play stupid old Nintendo games, until I cranked off to sleep. Woke up this morning -- barely -- to the sound of hard, gray rain and wanted to sleep until after noon and then do those things they always did in teen fiction on rainy days in the city -- hit the museum, escape the adult-in-charge, set up overnight tent in the prehistoric animal display.
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ALl that is actually nice, but I can't get the end of this week out of my head, when Joe and I get to head to Middle TN, for a week of camping at Short Mountain. Folks, do I need a week to re-figure what it's like to single out my giggles rather than saddling me with worry, to set the coop door off its hinges.
Here's an imagainary 'nother hydrocodone to the speedy death of the work week. Agreed?
Last night, I hosted Beth's small birthday party. Just three others besides myself -- Brian, Don, and Mary. Mary set up fondue with a shitload of dip-things ... plus beer, wine, etc. Beth had bought some new cheap accessories from the new men's (?!) section of Claire's in the mall. She was trying to look teenily butch, I think.
Played pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey on the porch, got drunk. Well, I didn't really. Had really bad swelling in my glands/adenoids area. Don gave me a hydrocodone and I was soon high as everyody else -- thank Ol' Scratch!
Beth seemed to like what I wrote her for her birthday, which basically recalled the 17 years we've known each other, the years we were together, her old self stitched to her new self. She has been thinking of getting out of town since the sliding of her latest relationship. I'd want her to go, of course, but I can hardly imagine not having her handy after 12 of those afore-mentioned years.
Joe came home later and we gabbed my high away, watched him play stupid old Nintendo games, until I cranked off to sleep. Woke up this morning -- barely -- to the sound of hard, gray rain and wanted to sleep until after noon and then do those things they always did in teen fiction on rainy days in the city -- hit the museum, escape the adult-in-charge, set up overnight tent in the prehistoric animal display.
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ALl that is actually nice, but I can't get the end of this week out of my head, when Joe and I get to head to Middle TN, for a week of camping at Short Mountain. Folks, do I need a week to re-figure what it's like to single out my giggles rather than saddling me with worry, to set the coop door off its hinges.
Here's an imagainary 'nother hydrocodone to the speedy death of the work week. Agreed?