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Today was a bit of a waste, compared to yesterday. I stayed in bed virtually up until I got up and went to work. Then I sat around work for three hours because it was so slow, things had already gotten done. So I literally didn't have to do anything until it was time to close. But because both the girls are new and left at 7 and 8, they could not be left alone. It was alright, we mostly sat around and talked. I really like Jessica, and I'm pleased to know I'm the only one she considers sane enough to invite to hang out with. She has a friend in town visiting, and she wants us to meet. She said growing up, a lot of people thought she was weird and she needed to make friends. I said, Aha! I am weird, I will be more than glad to meet her and see what happens. So there's a party tomorrow at her house, and I'm going to swing by and check it out!
Went bowling Friday, though I did a reaalllllyy bad job. I should stick to Wii bowling where I have some skill. I just don't have the arm--or even hand--capacity to wield a bowling ball. Then again, I haven't tried the Kid-sized ball so I may still have something to go with. There was a guy on our right who literally threw-and-twisted his ball, and got strikes. It's hard to focus on bowling and have fun when there are so many show-offs around you that you feel incompetent. I was okay the first few days, then Monday I moved the treadmill around and I feel like I pulled something in my back left calf. Now my right arm from wrist to elbow is sore. The balls aren't exactly made for petite female hands such as mine. Hm...reading over that, that sounds so wrong. .
Poseidon is curled up next to me. Oh yes--I have taken to calling this new cat that hangs out here Poseidon. He's not ours--but like Tux, he sort of just...barged in and acts like he lives here. I had decided that any new pets I got, I would start naming them after Greek Gods and Goddesses. Poseidon has lovely, stormy gray fur so I thought I would name him after the Storm Bringer, and my personal favorite God. He sort of looks like a giant storm cloud--only with stripes. He's really big and solid and Champagne is scared of him. Stanley was scared of him when he first came around. I think it's a fitting name for him.
Lately, I've thought about Steve. Thought about his story. Sometimes I just like to think about people, take what I know of them now, and what they tell me about "then", and just connect the dots. He's really. A Roanaku, in a sense. Which I fashioned that name after the words, "Ronin" and "Aku". And the last name, "Tempest". To me, Jace was a wandering, untamed storm. And now that I think about it, Steve is a storm as well. There is something dark, swirling, and powerful about him. I've seen his temper--there is thunder in his voice, and lightning in his reaction. And yet, I suppose it's my like of Chaos, but there is something very beautiful about him. I seem to be immune to him in many ways. He flirts, he flaunts, he taunts, and he has gotten upset. But we are a lot alike in many ways. How we were raised, what we have gone through, how we see people. He enjoys playing the Piano for me, and I equally enjoy being an audience. I've learned about Stoke, its history, what it's like now. I've learned of a few adventures he's had as a musician. He has not sang and I would like to inspire him to sing again. Maybe because I stopped singing ages ago.
Anyway...I am going to...I dunno...go to sleep, or something...G'night.
Went bowling Friday, though I did a reaalllllyy bad job. I should stick to Wii bowling where I have some skill. I just don't have the arm--or even hand--capacity to wield a bowling ball. Then again, I haven't tried the Kid-sized ball so I may still have something to go with. There was a guy on our right who literally threw-and-twisted his ball, and got strikes. It's hard to focus on bowling and have fun when there are so many show-offs around you that you feel incompetent. I was okay the first few days, then Monday I moved the treadmill around and I feel like I pulled something in my back left calf. Now my right arm from wrist to elbow is sore. The balls aren't exactly made for petite female hands such as mine. Hm...reading over that, that sounds so wrong. .
Poseidon is curled up next to me. Oh yes--I have taken to calling this new cat that hangs out here Poseidon. He's not ours--but like Tux, he sort of just...barged in and acts like he lives here. I had decided that any new pets I got, I would start naming them after Greek Gods and Goddesses. Poseidon has lovely, stormy gray fur so I thought I would name him after the Storm Bringer, and my personal favorite God. He sort of looks like a giant storm cloud--only with stripes. He's really big and solid and Champagne is scared of him. Stanley was scared of him when he first came around. I think it's a fitting name for him.
Lately, I've thought about Steve. Thought about his story. Sometimes I just like to think about people, take what I know of them now, and what they tell me about "then", and just connect the dots. He's really. A Roanaku, in a sense. Which I fashioned that name after the words, "Ronin" and "Aku". And the last name, "Tempest". To me, Jace was a wandering, untamed storm. And now that I think about it, Steve is a storm as well. There is something dark, swirling, and powerful about him. I've seen his temper--there is thunder in his voice, and lightning in his reaction. And yet, I suppose it's my like of Chaos, but there is something very beautiful about him. I seem to be immune to him in many ways. He flirts, he flaunts, he taunts, and he has gotten upset. But we are a lot alike in many ways. How we were raised, what we have gone through, how we see people. He enjoys playing the Piano for me, and I equally enjoy being an audience. I've learned about Stoke, its history, what it's like now. I've learned of a few adventures he's had as a musician. He has not sang and I would like to inspire him to sing again. Maybe because I stopped singing ages ago.
Anyway...I am going to...I dunno...go to sleep, or something...G'night.