Happy Thoughts
There's so much chaos and stress surrounding us at the moment... I'm not sure I could write a coherent post about it all. And being exhausted doesn't help. So I guess maybe I'll just write about some of the good stuff. I mean, nobody really wants to hear me talk about depressing stuff anyway.
...what's that? Nobody wants to hear me talk, period? Well, too bad.
Festival season is officially over. Maybe I mentioned that in a previous post... I don't remember. But in any case, that's good and bad. Good because it means I have weekends with my family again. Bad because it's another source of income that has dried up (my first being my freelance work for my old employer... but that's depressing stuff, so I won't talk about it). We already celebrated having a weekend together by going to the New York State Fair this morning. It was my first time going as attendee (I had worked it several times when Katie and I were first dating selling wine and wine slushies), so I got to see parts of it that I didn't even know existed. And Gareth got to see all sorts of animals. And I finally got to have some funnel cake; I think there was only one festival I worked this summer that had it and I wasn't able to get any. And then tonight we're having dinner with my mother-in-law, which Gareth will enjoy (he loves his Nona). Katie will get to play her piano (her mom is storing it for us), and I'll probably work on Bardsworth or read a book.
Next weekend is my brother's bachelor party, which I've been planning for about six months (if not longer). I'm sad that a lot of little things I wanted to do won't pan out, but it'll still be a fun time. We're doing it at my aunt's cottage, which is nice, but I'll have to be on guard to make sure it stays in one piece. We're chilling and drinking on Friday night, golfing Saturday morning, doing a BBQ later on, and then a poker tourny after that, and then Sunday we'll be nursing hangovers and trying to remember what happened the night before. I can't wait. It's pretty much the only time in my life I'll be able to do this; no one else I know will ever ask me to be best man (my friend Ray would have been the only other person, but... well, that's a whole other story).
Not too long after that will be our nine-year anniversary. Unfortunately, unless something drastic changes (it's all wrapped up in that "things-I-don't-want-to-talk-about-right-now" category), we won't be celebrating overly much. Doesn't make me any less happy to be with Katie nine years, though. And I WAS able to do something awesome for her birthday, so I guess I can revel in that.
Oh! And I ordered a "Brony" t-shirt with some belated birthday money. Can't wait to rock that! :-)
...what's that? Nobody wants to hear me talk, period? Well, too bad.
Festival season is officially over. Maybe I mentioned that in a previous post... I don't remember. But in any case, that's good and bad. Good because it means I have weekends with my family again. Bad because it's another source of income that has dried up (my first being my freelance work for my old employer... but that's depressing stuff, so I won't talk about it). We already celebrated having a weekend together by going to the New York State Fair this morning. It was my first time going as attendee (I had worked it several times when Katie and I were first dating selling wine and wine slushies), so I got to see parts of it that I didn't even know existed. And Gareth got to see all sorts of animals. And I finally got to have some funnel cake; I think there was only one festival I worked this summer that had it and I wasn't able to get any. And then tonight we're having dinner with my mother-in-law, which Gareth will enjoy (he loves his Nona). Katie will get to play her piano (her mom is storing it for us), and I'll probably work on Bardsworth or read a book.
Next weekend is my brother's bachelor party, which I've been planning for about six months (if not longer). I'm sad that a lot of little things I wanted to do won't pan out, but it'll still be a fun time. We're doing it at my aunt's cottage, which is nice, but I'll have to be on guard to make sure it stays in one piece. We're chilling and drinking on Friday night, golfing Saturday morning, doing a BBQ later on, and then a poker tourny after that, and then Sunday we'll be nursing hangovers and trying to remember what happened the night before. I can't wait. It's pretty much the only time in my life I'll be able to do this; no one else I know will ever ask me to be best man (my friend Ray would have been the only other person, but... well, that's a whole other story).
Not too long after that will be our nine-year anniversary. Unfortunately, unless something drastic changes (it's all wrapped up in that "things-I-don't-want-to-talk-about-right-now" category), we won't be celebrating overly much. Doesn't make me any less happy to be with Katie nine years, though. And I WAS able to do something awesome for her birthday, so I guess I can revel in that.
Oh! And I ordered a "Brony" t-shirt with some belated birthday money. Can't wait to rock that! :-)