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2008-05-03 12:12 PM ribbons and gems the weather really took a turn for the worse. ICK. it's barely 50 degrees, windy and overcast. i'm in mah sweats and a sweater of the knight's; hair stuffed in a ponytail and nice warm fuzzy socks on me feetsies. the little Shittard and his Goddess have departed for their Weekly Slumber Party -- she should be back for good next week.
so, another Chapter of Change is blowing through. it's kinda scary how used i'm getting to flying by the seat of my pants -- it's outside my comfort zone, but it's actually becoming more comfortable. the options swirl around in the air, twisting and turning like giant, transparent ribbons. it's impossible to grasp one, and they don't come when you call them. all you can do is speculate, and when one approaches, it's best not to appear too anxious. note the colors and pattern, sniff and taste the air. and be assured if this is not the right ribbon, there are others that may suit much better. if you are patient. **** timing is everything. **** i really love the friday night talks Gem and i have when she gets home. we discuss our jobs, and the funny/annoying/dramatic turns. we update each other on the latest scuttlebutt we've heard about the old hotel, and of course, the little Shittard is good for at least an hour of discussion. we talk about families, beaus, and wardrobe choices for weddings and birthdays coming up. babies, pregnancy and physical ailments after 50 are thoroughly explored. household stuff, business plans and possible scenarios are sketched out and dissected. our Nefarious Plans to Take Over The Universe are coming along nicely. :) **** sometimes, when i have conversations like this with someone (it doesn't happen often; most people are hung up on the surface -- in this context, meaning the Funniness That Is Netta. a lot of times it never gets past that level) and we delve into what is Deep and Philosophical, i have the thought that i'm a pretty Clever Monkey. heh. **** i take notes when Gem and i are having our Friday Night Wisdom Exchange. i honestly do. the woman is sharp as a tack, and she's been through a Shit Storm or two. i'd be foolish in the extreme not to learn from her. she is one of the most accepting people i've ever met, and it's great that she Gets Me, including the weird habit of taking notes during a conversation (among other weird habits you don't need to know about, heh!) everyone should have a friend like Gem. everyone needs a friend like Gem. **** i think i'll tackle WordPress and see what i can get going there. or maybe i'll snuggle up on the couch and watch Carnivale. i need a real day off. Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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