
Contact me for the listing. It’s a great house.
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Contact me for the listing. It’s a great house.
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I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go for lunch today, so I just kept driving until I ran out of land. It was fun.
That’s one of the perks of being a divorcé with no kids, no pets, and a burglar alarm. You can leave your house at 9:00 in the morning and not get home till midnight, without having to be concerned whether anyone else will worry, starve, shit themselves, complain, or otherwise react in any way whatsoever.
I think I wrote about this once before, fifteen or so years back, but I can’t be bothered to look for it to create a link right now.
It’s been a very productive day off for me. I’ve gotten caught up on many administrative and financial sorts of things I’ve been procrastinating over, including my taxes–but sadly, not Mom’s, as they’ll require an actual CPA this year–and assorted bill payments and filing. This is nice because it will allow me to spend a good chunk of the weekend doing things I actually want to do and might even enjoy.
For those who keep up with such things, my house in Winston-Salem is back on the market. You can see pictures here and if you’re really interested, I can send you the listing. Three showings in as many days. That seems like good momentum, but we’ll see. I still love that house, but it’s the last little bit of a period in my life that needs to be over now so I’m anxious to let go of it. Losing the mortgage payment will have a certain charm as well.
…for this long weekend that catches me by surprise every year. Since I’m a nonbeliever, I never know exactly when it’s Easter until something suddenly reminds me I don’t have to go to work on Friday.
That said, I’m still not at all pleased about that whole “religious freedom restoration act” thing, so if you guys could help take care of that before you leave tomorrow, that would be great.
In honor of Gary Dahl (1936-2015), inventor of the Pet Rock:
The Care and Training of Your Pet Rock Manual by Gary Dahl by Petting Rocks
…I’ve decided to try to start actively having a website again. It may just be the Vienna Sausage talking, but I kind of miss it. I also kind of want to start playing DJ again, but that’s a separate issue.
I reserve the right to change my mind About both of these things in the morning.
At the close of a busy week:
As ever, I’ve been doing this for way too fucking long.
March 2010: Pittsburgh, eerie foreshadowing, and duct tape. And why is the SNCA conference always at some really inconvenient time for me?
March 2005: New computer, ska librarian rendezvous, and assorted quips. Not my best work, I must say.
March 2000: Apparently the most important thing in my life was the new Krispy Kreme. Or Fred Phelps. Or something else. Otherstream in it prime, maybe. Maybe not.
Therapy session today, one of the topics of which was conflict over sex. No Freudian cliché there, huh?
Actually–and I promise not to lapse into David’s Therapy Blog mode here–life is dramatically more agreeable for me than it was two years ago. There was even a discussion of working my way off the antidepressants. I was never a really heavy dose anyway so it might not be such a big deal, but the potential for upsetting that delicate balance still makes me a little nervous.
The big goals for me over the past couple of years have been:
It seems to be working. Mind you, I’m still completely batshit crazy–which is good since I want to be able to use mental health (or lack thereof) as a defense strategy in court at some point in the future should the need arise. But at least I know how to deal with the crazy now and it’s not so overpowering or debilitating.
Now if I could just get rid of some of the weight I’ve put back on since I started enjoying things (specifically eating) so much again…
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