Month: March 2017

Worked an hour and a half of unwished for OT as my last act of the working week. Not impressed, but what can ya do.

Margot and Buster just watched a bird video side by side. Margot, being less experienced, wanted to pat the birds on the screen and Buster didn’t quite roll his eyes. The amity lasted 5 minutes and then Buster tried to chase her off, and then in disgust went to his perch on the top of my bunk bed.

Editing today. I’d prefer to be doing almost anything.

A couple of hours of overtime, and basically all I will do for the rest of the day is sleep. I may grab some food on the way home.

Paul gave me a lift in again, which was very very kind of him, and made a huge difference to my mood – not having to crunch through the recent and continuous snow.

I still haven’t made it to Westcoast Guitars to get Edith the minimandolin fixed (she got a crush injury, we’re not sure how).

At 4:30 this morning Jeff and I went to a 24 hour pharmacy for cold medications. My extra 190 pounds helped keep the car on the road – the driving conditions were marginal at best and Jeff gave an amazing demonstration of driving competence, with a couple of tense seconds in there.

I should prob’ly go shovel some more.

This is one of my church members.

Nose stuffed, lungs congested, and I don’t care. It’s been ages since I had a cold, one does have to get them once in a while. Jeff’s feeling somewhat bloogy too.

I’m actually awake after having slept. Now that I’m awake I should edit. But will I? I want something to eat and drink and then maybe I can get going.

I am so, so grateful for the friends I have. Communication had gotten kinda wonky between us and we had a full free fair frank and productive conversation last night that’s gotten me buoyant again. On two different subjects he and I were viewing the issue from such wildly unadjacent angles that I burst into tears thinking about how horrible it must have been for him. And I got to say how much he means not just to me but to everyone in my close family. You can’t show the people you love that you love them enough, in my view. Telling them is not always the right thing. There are a lot of love languages.

He is The Magician. It is all right.

Anyway, it’s not fixed because it wasn’t broken, but it sure is a lot shinier.

Stuck on editing at the exact halfway point. Last two nights at work were very busy and for nights, yesterday morning was completely and thoroughly insane; twice as many calls as normal and people freaking out and being rude, not my fave. Anyway, I literally couldn’t edit because the second I opened the clamshell the phone would ring again, as it does when you’re getting paid to answer it.

I go back and forth between thinking it’s a piece of crap and finding it mildly amusing. It isn’t as funny as MMCo, that’s for sure. But I think it’s got a little more heft to it.

Phoned a friend to stay in touch after his wife died. He’s doing astoundingly well, for two weeks later, but I just bleed for him. The first year is full of firsts; the first concert you bought tickets for that you were both going to see, and, well, she’s not there anymore.

Whenever I heard a BMW motorcycle for the first year I’d weep. Even now there are days I miss John so much I feel bitey. Then I’ll remember him without tears; with laughter, with gratitude.

Tammy and I keep missing each other on the phone. I hope to catch up to her soon.

I’m starting to build up a head of steam of needing to see Alex. Maybe I can see him today or tomorrow.

Watching facebook friends discover The Expanse makes me happy. Jeff and I call it EGGPANTS! like little kids who can’t pronounce it properly, it’s so exciting.

So the dude whose rudeness almost made me quit this job – which is far from perfect, but is an actual job – called me at 1 am this morning and asked me to swap shifts. Because he doesn’t like working Saturday nights sometimes, yo.

Haven’t heard from him for two months since he’s been on vacation and the first thing out of his face was ‘do me a favour’ followed by whining about how me not agreeing is inconvenient to him. He wants me to break up my weekend to be nice to him, and there is really not a fucking thing in the universe which would make me want to be nice to him, since he’s already made it plenty clear that he’s a mansplaining assbutt whose response to me attempting to make conversation is to talk louder and interrupt me.

Also, if you’re a nurse and you say you’ve phoned four times for a room clean and your male colleague has actually called once, and only 20 minutes ago, I’m gonna think poorly of you.

Various things are happening in the background of my personal life right now that are causing me grief, but I’m doing my absolute best not to borrow trouble that isn’t mine.

Thrill ride, thrill ride
come on a thrill ride with me
Thrill ride, thrill ride
come on a thrill ride with me

It won’t be an ordinary thrill ride
I’m gonna make you

skin your knees

(About the time Paul cracked up, listening to me sing it for the first time)

chorus

It won’t be like any other thrill ride

Where else you gonna get

Intimacy

Chorus and extremely wicked cheesy farfisa organ and surfer guitar duel bridge. Okay, that’s how I hear it…

Won’t be much like any other thrill ride
Cause I’m all about

Consent you see

CHORUS AND FADE