It's All About Me
It's been a crazy day. I am very happy that there are only three~ish days in this work week, now two~ish. So much has been happening that it very much seems like almost nothing has been happening. Appearance wise I don't think you would be able to tell that much has changed, save for the fact that I took down a lot of crucifixes around the house.
The hallway feels a little more like home, but is still sterile. Hopefully all this packing will lead to Joe and Andy moving in sooner. Even though it looks like Grandma might pass away soon, I think the family is more emotionally prepared to deal with this final death and move on. I've tried to be as respectful as possible, given the circumstances, while living in the house. I think I've done a pretty good job over all, though lord knows I could do with a little more cleaning.
Lola is sacked out on my computer chair next to me as I type this. I'm sitting on the bed. I know I talk about my cats all the time to the point of annoyance, but looking at her I can't help but remind myself that these two cats are the best pets I have ever had. That being said, I am planning a trip to the Greyhound adoption agency north of here to investigate taking one in. The rational part of my brain says that it is a bad idea to get one due to the additional commitment required, but hey - I'm kind of crazy. The one thing that really stops me from getting one is the fact that I won't be here in two years; and I won't be in an area that will let me take my dog with me. So that will probably put the brakes on this fantasy. Still, I'll go up and check them out just to see. Just to tease.
Mom is great because I don't even have to ask her about how she is doing and I immediately get an update on her future husband search.She had her phone off this entire weekend and I was getting kind of worried. In the back of my mind I thought that she might be on some dates. Sure enough tonight she tells me that she's been seeing people. I believe the term I used to refer to her was: "skank". She then asked how my love life was doing. Touchee.
Greg and I are about 75% sure that dad has a boyfriend. Knowing dad, he'll probably keep that part of his life separate from us, and we'll never know his name or that he exists. I'm find with that. I'm already half crazy and contain the social maturity of a three year old; seeing as I still get the crawlies when I hear about mom going on dates I won't even fathom how I'll take it if I actually have to meet dads man.
Jesse will have his first draft of "Only The Cat" for me by Thanksgiving. I have it on his word. Hopefully I will also clean the house and have a chance to work on my project with Quentin. I've really been dragging my feet with that thing. Then it's on to planning summer stock on the cape with dad. Two very dry days are laid out before me, but I am really looking forward to working harder during this break on the things I love. Namely food and sleep.
The hallway feels a little more like home, but is still sterile. Hopefully all this packing will lead to Joe and Andy moving in sooner. Even though it looks like Grandma might pass away soon, I think the family is more emotionally prepared to deal with this final death and move on. I've tried to be as respectful as possible, given the circumstances, while living in the house. I think I've done a pretty good job over all, though lord knows I could do with a little more cleaning.
Lola is sacked out on my computer chair next to me as I type this. I'm sitting on the bed. I know I talk about my cats all the time to the point of annoyance, but looking at her I can't help but remind myself that these two cats are the best pets I have ever had. That being said, I am planning a trip to the Greyhound adoption agency north of here to investigate taking one in. The rational part of my brain says that it is a bad idea to get one due to the additional commitment required, but hey - I'm kind of crazy. The one thing that really stops me from getting one is the fact that I won't be here in two years; and I won't be in an area that will let me take my dog with me. So that will probably put the brakes on this fantasy. Still, I'll go up and check them out just to see. Just to tease.
Mom is great because I don't even have to ask her about how she is doing and I immediately get an update on her future husband search.She had her phone off this entire weekend and I was getting kind of worried. In the back of my mind I thought that she might be on some dates. Sure enough tonight she tells me that she's been seeing people. I believe the term I used to refer to her was: "skank". She then asked how my love life was doing. Touchee.
Greg and I are about 75% sure that dad has a boyfriend. Knowing dad, he'll probably keep that part of his life separate from us, and we'll never know his name or that he exists. I'm find with that. I'm already half crazy and contain the social maturity of a three year old; seeing as I still get the crawlies when I hear about mom going on dates I won't even fathom how I'll take it if I actually have to meet dads man.
Jesse will have his first draft of "Only The Cat" for me by Thanksgiving. I have it on his word. Hopefully I will also clean the house and have a chance to work on my project with Quentin. I've really been dragging my feet with that thing. Then it's on to planning summer stock on the cape with dad. Two very dry days are laid out before me, but I am really looking forward to working harder during this break on the things I love. Namely food and sleep.