In which I admit how needy I am
I've spent a lot of time with J over the last few days. Thursday, we had a dog, first in quite a while. Actually, four dogs belonging to a family, and as we surmised, the dog they called us is NOT the one instigating the trouble---and the one who's instigating is being set off by the owner. Fun-fun, IF the owner will let us help. She's somewhat resistant.
Friday afternoon, J and I went out after running around...she was overheated, and proposed a cold beverage. Then we ordered appetizers---quesadillas---sat and talked for a couple hours, and ended up ordering dinner (Au jus sandwiches, very nommy).
She wanted to know what's wrong with me; I've not been up to par for a while---y'all may have noticed---and I dumped. The lack of a job, finances, house going to seed again, persistant depression---all that shit and more.
Have I mentioned that, in addition to dog psychology (in which she is self-taught), J is also degreed in people psychology? She's a good couselor as well as a good friend, and she's proposed a plan whereby I will show up at her place every weekday morning at 10AM, just as if it was a real job, and from there, I'll do all my job search stuff, and she will also advise me on my finances.
Being at the end of my rope, I agreed to it. I've got to do something. Otherwise, I'm going to self-destruct. You guys are great, but I need a real-time cheerleader/whip-cracker. I need structure. And at this time of year, I need air-conditioning!
Saturday afternoon, though, I went over to her place for purely entertainment purposes: DVD night. So far, we've screened episodes of Trauma (Cliff Curtis, yummy!), Justified (Olyphant and Goggins, ditto) and in addition, this evening I screened Live Free, Die Hard, which she hadn't seen. It was a hoot---it took her about four seconds to recognize Cliff Curtis (FBI Deputy Director Bowman) but about ten minutes to ID Timothy Olyphant (Thomas Gabriel). I teased her that she didn't know him without the cowboy hat, but she insisted it was because he looks much younger in LFDH.
Church in the morning and cleaning committee afterward...very glad it's not a potluck Sunday---we had, like, three in a row, and I was running low on cheap, bomb-proof recipes.
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Friday afternoon, J and I went out after running around...she was overheated, and proposed a cold beverage. Then we ordered appetizers---quesadillas---sat and talked for a couple hours, and ended up ordering dinner (Au jus sandwiches, very nommy).
She wanted to know what's wrong with me; I've not been up to par for a while---y'all may have noticed---and I dumped. The lack of a job, finances, house going to seed again, persistant depression---all that shit and more.
Have I mentioned that, in addition to dog psychology (in which she is self-taught), J is also degreed in people psychology? She's a good couselor as well as a good friend, and she's proposed a plan whereby I will show up at her place every weekday morning at 10AM, just as if it was a real job, and from there, I'll do all my job search stuff, and she will also advise me on my finances.
Being at the end of my rope, I agreed to it. I've got to do something. Otherwise, I'm going to self-destruct. You guys are great, but I need a real-time cheerleader/whip-cracker. I need structure. And at this time of year, I need air-conditioning!
Saturday afternoon, though, I went over to her place for purely entertainment purposes: DVD night. So far, we've screened episodes of Trauma (Cliff Curtis, yummy!), Justified (Olyphant and Goggins, ditto) and in addition, this evening I screened Live Free, Die Hard, which she hadn't seen. It was a hoot---it took her about four seconds to recognize Cliff Curtis (FBI Deputy Director Bowman) but about ten minutes to ID Timothy Olyphant (Thomas Gabriel). I teased her that she didn't know him without the cowboy hat, but she insisted it was because he looks much younger in LFDH.
Church in the morning and cleaning committee afterward...very glad it's not a potluck Sunday---we had, like, three in a row, and I was running low on cheap, bomb-proof recipes.
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