Two week check-in.
I spent five days in San Francisco with my parents, brother and caught up with Melody and Bill for a day. It was nice, I travel differently than my parents, and traveling with them makes me sulky.
Love life is complicated, only because I'm not upset about it. I got a lecture from a friend today that I should be more upset about it. I don't necessarily mind. Where's the problem with it? I do what I want, he does what he wants, and only when his doing what he wants impacts my doing what I want - that's the problem. We've, uh, come perilously close to that point of impact. He's out of town right now, with no contact on my part. So we'll see what happens. I'm not all that concerned about it because I have other things on my plate to keep me busy. And that something better is coming, he just might not be here. No problem there.
Work is kicking up. I'm being shanghai'd into showing what I'm good for. It's about time, but it's kindof a bad time. Ah well. It's all about priorities, and right now, that's a fine thing to be priority 2.
I'm also going to work on getting some Linux Engineering certifications out of the way, so that I really know what I'm doing. That would be great to focus on, except, again, other things are holding my attentions.
As of this afternoon and starting Wednesday, I'm going to be holding two apartments until the end of May. I also have a cat named Tess. She's sweet, she's going back to her person July 1st. As of yesterday, it looks like I'm going to be singing with a jazz trio in a wine bar downtown this summer, if I get my act together.
Just being well rounded.
Dinner tonight for myself (and maybe K, if I can get her down here) is going to be lemongrass beef and noodle salad. Sliced steak marinated in a lemongrass-nam pla mixture, seared and served with chilis, cucumbers and fresh cilantro over cellophane noodles. Should be delicious. At this rate, I'm probably not going to eat before 11. Ah well.
This weekend was 75 degrees, sunny and lovely. The cum trees across the street are blooming. I smell them and think of Dave. It makes me smile.
LOVE LOVE LOVE this life.
Love life is complicated, only because I'm not upset about it. I got a lecture from a friend today that I should be more upset about it. I don't necessarily mind. Where's the problem with it? I do what I want, he does what he wants, and only when his doing what he wants impacts my doing what I want - that's the problem. We've, uh, come perilously close to that point of impact. He's out of town right now, with no contact on my part. So we'll see what happens. I'm not all that concerned about it because I have other things on my plate to keep me busy. And that something better is coming, he just might not be here. No problem there.
Work is kicking up. I'm being shanghai'd into showing what I'm good for. It's about time, but it's kindof a bad time. Ah well. It's all about priorities, and right now, that's a fine thing to be priority 2.
I'm also going to work on getting some Linux Engineering certifications out of the way, so that I really know what I'm doing. That would be great to focus on, except, again, other things are holding my attentions.
As of this afternoon and starting Wednesday, I'm going to be holding two apartments until the end of May. I also have a cat named Tess. She's sweet, she's going back to her person July 1st. As of yesterday, it looks like I'm going to be singing with a jazz trio in a wine bar downtown this summer, if I get my act together.
Just being well rounded.
Dinner tonight for myself (and maybe K, if I can get her down here) is going to be lemongrass beef and noodle salad. Sliced steak marinated in a lemongrass-nam pla mixture, seared and served with chilis, cucumbers and fresh cilantro over cellophane noodles. Should be delicious. At this rate, I'm probably not going to eat before 11. Ah well.
This weekend was 75 degrees, sunny and lovely. The cum trees across the street are blooming. I smell them and think of Dave. It makes me smile.
LOVE LOVE LOVE this life.