In the last week or two I have spoken on the phone to Lois and Terry and Bonnie and Carrie and Ron (an old family friend I probably don’t often mention) and Tammy and Dave the poet and my mother and the minister…. I keep forgetting what it’s like to really talk to somebody who knows me from when I was a pup. And sometimes I am doing more listening than talking, but…. I believe there’s something about friendship which occasionally requires this ‘sacrifice’. Tammy more than anybody I know makes me feel heard. It is a most wonderful sensation, even if we are murder on each other as travelling companions, heavy sigh. Carrie is being driven spare by repeating earthquakes and aftershocks and her moronic and supposedly no contact order former spouse.
Chalice circles start up again tonight. There is homework, darn it and we have to COMMIT to going twice a month for four months. It’s down at Sue’s place which is nice and close. I hate that there is homework. The free form chalice circles of yore worked a lot better for me.
Out to brekky with Jeff this am. I am hoping to convince him to combine it with a trip to Thrifty’s first as there are tiresome holes in our larder, like eggs and cream for coffee and white sugar (we have brown but it just doesn’t cut it for certain kinds of baking). Yes, he has agreed – as long as we don’t get anything frozen.
RGIII’s knee injury last night during the Seahawks Bengals game was just about the most disgusterpating thing I’ve ever seen lovingly replayed about a hundred times. Blergh.
Between now and shopping and brekky, it’s JOB APPLICATING TIME!!!
KATIE was at CHURCH YESTIDDAY! I haz a happy! (Song went okay). JEFF fixed KYLE’S COMPUTER. I haz a happy! I can’t get hold of the new bookkeeper! I haz a panic attack! TRE AND BATTERY dropped by for an impromptu visit and TRE PLAYED ON THE PINBALLS while BATTERY AND JEFF CHATTED! Tre is three and really really enjoyed it, although Margot wishes him to the uttermost pit. We haz a happy about dese tings! EDDIE IS UPSET AT SOMETHING in the yard. We haz a scaredy. LIZ MCINTOSH FRIENDED ME ON G+. Yay, my second oldest friend has gotten back in touch with me electronically. I HAVE AN EVIL PLAN TO MAKE MONEY IF I CAN’T GET A JOB. I can haz a scheming plot! And so, from asterisk to asterisk, from ALL CAPS TO italicized, from call to call and packet to packet and cheque to cheque and cheek to cheek and from plug to drain, these are the expostulations of our lives.
