Threesome
I slept like hell last night, after falling asleep on the couch. Woke up hot, thirsty, disgruntled, and kept waking up after I came upstairs and crashed in the guest room bed. Muffin was curled up on J's arm and I didn't feel like disturbing that picture of bliss. Finally a bit after 7 I just decided to get on up. Took the dog for a walk for the third time this week. We took a much longer walk down the Olentangy bike path, and were out for about 45-60 minutes.
It's gorgeous down at the wetland restoration this time of year. The milkweed blossoms are exploding, the foliage is all heavy and overgrown, yellows and browns and some white peeking through. Dragonflies still resting with dewy wings waiting for the sun to dry them, huge grasshoppers hanging heavily from tall grasses. Ducks honking and flapping about, a single heron still in the center of the water. A few mosquitos buzzing about, but overall avoidable. Gwen got five compliments on being so cute, so furry, so fucking adorable, and every time I beamed like I gave birth to her. We even jogged for a bit down the trail. She hates it when I kick black walnuts down the path, which are plentiful this time of year and leave brown stains on the toe of my sneakers.
J. and I stopped by Cup of Joe in Clintonville for coffee and food. I love their coffee; today's flavor was Highlander Grog. Excellent with the banana chip muffin. We attended our respective Saturday a.m. meetings, and I had a nice talk with a woman who is new to my group. I haven't been for about five weeks due to my craptastic work schedule, and hadn't seen G. in over that time. Hugs all round. I need more hugs on a daily basis I think.
After, J. and I went to the library, where I paid off my fine -- somehow it had crept up to $9.80, maybe a late DVD -- but I was startled when the librarian intoned that I'd been a "very bad girl" in a low voice. Bad girls don't voluntarily pay off their fines! I got a few books out, and can't remember a single title now. J. picked up more CD's -- the boy has gone insane filling up my iPod. He's at maybe 12 gigs now, and I'm appreciative, but haven't had time to listen to anything new he's put on, including: The Damned, Bjork's "Vespertine," The Stranglers, the new Interpol, the first Foo Fighters, T. Rex, Al Green, Arcade Fire, Bryan Ferry, the db's, more Frank Black, Gang of Four, too much Beatles/Lennon/McCartney for my tastes, the Police, Sly and the Family Stone, Shonen Knife, Steely Dan, Stevie Wonder, the Vines, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, two new-to-me Beck discs, and honestly, god knows what else. So much music. I tend to listen repeatedly, almost like some OCD autistic kid, to music that I like. I kept one Bjork song on repeat from C-bus to Yellow Springs. For two days. He listens much more broadly, and has a real genius for playlists.
After liberry we stopped at the North Market and had lunch -- I had a three-item vegetarian Indian plate for $5.50 and he had two slices of NY style pizza. One bite of his pizza and I was weak in the knees, it was damn good. There was a mini opera performance in one corner -- I recognized a Verdi song that almost made me cry. We split a buckeye drop cookie. My blood sugar tanked right before we ate, so I was shaky and sweaty and a bit confused. The rice and naan pushed it way up, I'm sure. I, uh, really need to get back to testing more regularly instead of just popping a pill and rolling the dice. We bought some wheatgrass, and I nearly peed my pants watching the cats eat it -- I wish I'd been taking video, they were so ridiculous, licking the tips and then dragging the small pot around, hissing and making that silly face cats get when chewing sometimes, their lack of molars apparent.
A brief stop at Target, and pet shampoo in hand, I prepared to wash the smelly pup while it was still warm out. I was waylaid by a naked boy for a few hours, and had three very nice orgasms (ok, two nice and one very "my-girlfriend-is-possessed-by-Satan-I-wouldn't-be-surprised-if-her-head-turned-around-and-pea-soup-came-spurting-out-this-noise-killed-the-dinosaurs-orgams) by which time it was dark and washing the dog didn't seem quite so important.
I have books to read, fish being cooked for me for dinner, loads of good music, said smelly dog at my feet, the Cubs game on downstairs -- and there is still one day left in this weekend. I am so fucking lucky. I should bookmark this for those days when I complain that "I'm never going to get what I want." (Even though I don't know what IT is.) What I have now, today, is amazing, and I have a lot of gratitude.
It's gorgeous down at the wetland restoration this time of year. The milkweed blossoms are exploding, the foliage is all heavy and overgrown, yellows and browns and some white peeking through. Dragonflies still resting with dewy wings waiting for the sun to dry them, huge grasshoppers hanging heavily from tall grasses. Ducks honking and flapping about, a single heron still in the center of the water. A few mosquitos buzzing about, but overall avoidable. Gwen got five compliments on being so cute, so furry, so fucking adorable, and every time I beamed like I gave birth to her. We even jogged for a bit down the trail. She hates it when I kick black walnuts down the path, which are plentiful this time of year and leave brown stains on the toe of my sneakers.
J. and I stopped by Cup of Joe in Clintonville for coffee and food. I love their coffee; today's flavor was Highlander Grog. Excellent with the banana chip muffin. We attended our respective Saturday a.m. meetings, and I had a nice talk with a woman who is new to my group. I haven't been for about five weeks due to my craptastic work schedule, and hadn't seen G. in over that time. Hugs all round. I need more hugs on a daily basis I think.
After, J. and I went to the library, where I paid off my fine -- somehow it had crept up to $9.80, maybe a late DVD -- but I was startled when the librarian intoned that I'd been a "very bad girl" in a low voice. Bad girls don't voluntarily pay off their fines! I got a few books out, and can't remember a single title now. J. picked up more CD's -- the boy has gone insane filling up my iPod. He's at maybe 12 gigs now, and I'm appreciative, but haven't had time to listen to anything new he's put on, including: The Damned, Bjork's "Vespertine," The Stranglers, the new Interpol, the first Foo Fighters, T. Rex, Al Green, Arcade Fire, Bryan Ferry, the db's, more Frank Black, Gang of Four, too much Beatles/Lennon/McCartney for my tastes, the Police, Sly and the Family Stone, Shonen Knife, Steely Dan, Stevie Wonder, the Vines, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, two new-to-me Beck discs, and honestly, god knows what else. So much music. I tend to listen repeatedly, almost like some OCD autistic kid, to music that I like. I kept one Bjork song on repeat from C-bus to Yellow Springs. For two days. He listens much more broadly, and has a real genius for playlists.
After liberry we stopped at the North Market and had lunch -- I had a three-item vegetarian Indian plate for $5.50 and he had two slices of NY style pizza. One bite of his pizza and I was weak in the knees, it was damn good. There was a mini opera performance in one corner -- I recognized a Verdi song that almost made me cry. We split a buckeye drop cookie. My blood sugar tanked right before we ate, so I was shaky and sweaty and a bit confused. The rice and naan pushed it way up, I'm sure. I, uh, really need to get back to testing more regularly instead of just popping a pill and rolling the dice. We bought some wheatgrass, and I nearly peed my pants watching the cats eat it -- I wish I'd been taking video, they were so ridiculous, licking the tips and then dragging the small pot around, hissing and making that silly face cats get when chewing sometimes, their lack of molars apparent.
A brief stop at Target, and pet shampoo in hand, I prepared to wash the smelly pup while it was still warm out. I was waylaid by a naked boy for a few hours, and had three very nice orgasms (ok, two nice and one very "my-girlfriend-is-possessed-by-Satan-I-wouldn't-be-surprised-if-her-head-turned-around-and-pea-soup-came-spurting-out-this-noise-killed-the-dinosaurs-orgams) by which time it was dark and washing the dog didn't seem quite so important.
I have books to read, fish being cooked for me for dinner, loads of good music, said smelly dog at my feet, the Cubs game on downstairs -- and there is still one day left in this weekend. I am so fucking lucky. I should bookmark this for those days when I complain that "I'm never going to get what I want." (Even though I don't know what IT is.) What I have now, today, is amazing, and I have a lot of gratitude.