All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
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He's trying to make amends. It's funny because I haven't been in any way, shape or form disgruntled with him. Yes, missing the Perseid meteor shower made me sad but it wasn't his fault and it was cloudy most nights anyway.
Nothing to be done for it, really.
He's not hearing that though. Instead, he's planted the idea of buying a new telescope into my tiny obsessive brain and is letting it itch like an unreachable mosquito bite.
He KNEW that would happen.
Our little telescope is dandy but has served it's purpose - it got the kids excited, brought Mars within touching distance and let me dream a little every time I dragged it outside.
With the trip to Vegas in November a likely no-go, the money is available. And good god, I'm SO tempted. He's pulling out all stops in his little democratic maths heart, bless him. (He knows I'm weak, the bastard.) I chant "new hot water tank" but he counters with "Andromeda, the Orion nebula, moon, stars, planets...". What's a girl to do??
It's been cloudy and raining for days, so the pressure has eased a little.
For now, I'm safe.
more later.
This is my desk when I'm indecisive:
And I have a feeling M. is highly attuned to my frame of mind by the state of my crap and this push for a new telescope is his way of wanting to make me feel better. Or to focus and stop being so flighty. Or to just clean up my damn desk.
I took those pics just a few minutes ago because I hadn't even realized what a freakin' slob I was. Yes, some disorganization is expected - anarchy, baby! - but this? ick. ick.
I'm posting them so you can all throw rocks and make me feel badly enough that I'll be too ashamed to allow myself to get into this mess again. Because there is a difference between "telling" someone you're a huge dumb slob and another to actually "show" them. And this has gone on long enough. ugh.
Consider it an intervention for my head, with before-and-after pics.
(Oh, and to be clear - that's just the top layer of shit - it's all resting on more papers and markers and I think I may have a slipper there somewhere. I refuse to show you the floor and immediate surrounding area.)
Ok.. new idea of how to spend money we should be saving: instead of the telescope, M. has someone looking to sell their piano, for about a thousand dollars. He's going to check it out tomorrow.
That's cheaper than the telescope we were considering and won't feel so much like a 'luxury for the sake of luxury' item. Both my kids are interested in taking piano lessons, so....
We'll see. The money is burning a hole in his pocket, it seems. It'll be spent one way or another.
No, I didn't clean off my desk yet.
I would, but I promised Slim I wouldn't. heh.
Not until Saturday. In the morning. Booze may be involved.
soundtrack:Dokken - "Dream Warrior"
Nothing to be done for it, really.
He's not hearing that though. Instead, he's planted the idea of buying a new telescope into my tiny obsessive brain and is letting it itch like an unreachable mosquito bite.
He KNEW that would happen.
Our little telescope is dandy but has served it's purpose - it got the kids excited, brought Mars within touching distance and let me dream a little every time I dragged it outside.
With the trip to Vegas in November a likely no-go, the money is available. And good god, I'm SO tempted. He's pulling out all stops in his little democratic maths heart, bless him. (He knows I'm weak, the bastard.) I chant "new hot water tank" but he counters with "Andromeda, the Orion nebula, moon, stars, planets...". What's a girl to do??
It's been cloudy and raining for days, so the pressure has eased a little.
For now, I'm safe.
more later.
This is my desk when I'm indecisive:
And I have a feeling M. is highly attuned to my frame of mind by the state of my crap and this push for a new telescope is his way of wanting to make me feel better. Or to focus and stop being so flighty. Or to just clean up my damn desk.
I took those pics just a few minutes ago because I hadn't even realized what a freakin' slob I was. Yes, some disorganization is expected - anarchy, baby! - but this? ick. ick.
I'm posting them so you can all throw rocks and make me feel badly enough that I'll be too ashamed to allow myself to get into this mess again. Because there is a difference between "telling" someone you're a huge dumb slob and another to actually "show" them. And this has gone on long enough. ugh.
Consider it an intervention for my head, with before-and-after pics.
(Oh, and to be clear - that's just the top layer of shit - it's all resting on more papers and markers and I think I may have a slipper there somewhere. I refuse to show you the floor and immediate surrounding area.)
Ok.. new idea of how to spend money we should be saving: instead of the telescope, M. has someone looking to sell their piano, for about a thousand dollars. He's going to check it out tomorrow.
That's cheaper than the telescope we were considering and won't feel so much like a 'luxury for the sake of luxury' item. Both my kids are interested in taking piano lessons, so....
We'll see. The money is burning a hole in his pocket, it seems. It'll be spent one way or another.
No, I didn't clean off my desk yet.
I would, but I promised Slim I wouldn't. heh.
Not until Saturday. In the morning. Booze may be involved.
soundtrack:Dokken - "Dream Warrior"
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