I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower
Mica
lovely day. The recipe? No blood relations were involved. No
tangible gifts were exchanged. I spent the morning baking and
chattering at Pablo, after which we headed over to R’s where I knitted
while he roasted a chicken and we ate divine cheese and listened to a
CVB cd we’d neither previously heard.
Is there something deeply strange in happily spending holidays with
one’s ex? I suppose people with children do it, but I imagine it’s
generally not ‘happily’ so, and in any case it’s hardly reasonable to
credit the dogs. No, it’s just that we’re family, and we like one
another rather more than we like most anyone else. Are we now or will
we some day once again be more than just family? Life is long.
T quizzed me a bit about the whole thing on the phone earlier, not in
that annoying interrogatory way some people have, but simply out of
genuine curiosity. One of the things I love most about her is how she
never presumes to have the answers. She has no axe to grind. She
never postures at knowing what’s best for other people. Ok,
technically that’s three things, but really they all boil down to the
same personality trait. I’m so fucking blessed to have had that
wonderful woman as my best friend for the past twenty-four years.
This seems to have developed into an inappropriately angst-free post.
Will it help to mention that the cervical spinal epidurals are not
working, I’m still in near-constant pain, and surgery looks to be in
the offing? Ah well. You can’t have everything.
M
bob
> This, my least favorite of all holidays, actually turned out to be a
> lovely day. The recipe? No blood relations were involved. No
> tangible gifts were exchanged. I spent the morning baking and
> chattering at Pablo, after which we headed over to R’s where I knitted
> while he roasted a chicken and we ate divine cheese and listened to a
> CVB cd we’d neither previously heard.
Sounds great. Mine was OK also. The 26 pound turkey needed another 4
days to thaw but water and a long slow cook took care of that issue.
One of my gifts this year was a blanket my wife made for me. That and
the three pairs of wool socks I got (and the new receiver - need two
more speakers now) made the day.
> Is there something deeply strange in happily spending holidays with
> one’s ex? I suppose people with children do it, but I imagine it’s
> generally not ‘happily’ so, and in any case it’s hardly reasonable to
> credit the dogs. No, it’s just that we’re family, and we like one
> another rather more than we like most anyone else. Are we now or will
> we some day once again be more than just family? Life is long.
It's great you spend time with your ex. My wife took her ex to the
hospital when he got meningitis and when he had a heart attack. I
spent the weekend at his place six months ago or so. We used to
barbeque now and then back when we still lived in Florida. I miss
Florida. One of my wife's ex-boyfriends is a client of hers. He was a
professional wrestler back in the day. Big guy still. Hung with Hulk
and, strangely enough, a former boss of mine. Small world. It's good
to reduce one's enemies.
> T quizzed me a bit about the whole thing on the phone earlier, not in
> that annoying interrogatory way some people have, but simply out of
> genuine curiosity. One of the things I love most about her is how she
> never presumes to have the answers. She has no axe to grind. She
> never postures at knowing what’s best for other people. Ok,
> technically that’s three things, but really they all boil down to the
> same personality trait. I’m so fucking blessed to have had that
> wonderful woman as my best friend for the past twenty-four years.
>
> This seems to have developed into an inappropriately angst-free post.
> Will it help to mention that the cervical spinal epidurals are not
> working, I’m still in near-constant pain, and surgery looks to be in
> the offing? Ah well. You can’t have everything.
Angst free ... hmm. I pretend a lot these days. Not about being
angstful. The opposite.
I was going to be in your area next week but I decided to delegate the
travel. I travel too much as it is. Perhaps some day we can have
dinner. I'm not quite up to interaction right now.
Mica
> On Dec 26, 12:54 am, Mica <micai...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> Sounds great. Mine was OK also. The 26 pound turkey needed another 4
> days to thaw but water and a long slow cook took care of that issue.
> One of my gifts this year was a blanket my wife made for me.
Knitted, I assume? I've not tried a project that large yet, but I'm
itching to do so. Although at my rate of speed it'd likely take me an
entire year to complete.
I'm jealous of the 26 pound turkey, simply because of the leftovers
you likely had. It's lovely to spend thanksgiving and xmas at other
people's homes so that you don't have to fret about cooking and
cleaning, but the lack of leftovers is a downside. And now I want a
turkey sandwich with all the fixings.
> It's great you spend time with your ex. My wife took her ex to the
> hospital when he got meningitis and when he had a heart attack. I
> spent the weekend at his place six months ago or so. We used to
> barbeque now and then back when we still lived in Florida. I miss
> Florida. One of my wife's ex-boyfriends is a client of hers. He was a
> professional wrestler back in the day. Big guy still. Hung with Hulk
> and, strangely enough, a former boss of mine. Small world. It's good
> to reduce one's enemies.
Agree. R's ex from a million years ago is in town with her 9 year old
daughter this week. She and I became good friends about ten years ago,
and it's been cool for all of us, kid included, to spend time together
while they're here. I'm definitely at a point in my life where at
least attempting to maintain friendships with people I've romantically
invested time in makes sense. If I like 'em enough to shack up, I
damn well ought to like 'em enough to stay friends. That's one of the
things about my recent ex-bf that's proved confusing - I was willing
to stay friends, but he couldn't swing it. Everyone's got different
thresholds I suppose.
> Angst free ... hmm. I pretend a lot these days. Not about being
> angstful. The opposite.
A bartender friend of mine used to talk about how a shift was the best
cure for a bad mood. You just can't show up at work all angsty and
sad (the drunks will eat you alive), so you fake it. Fake it for a
few hours, and the better mood becomes at least topically real.
Sometimes much of life seems that way to me.
> I was going to be in your area next week but I decided to delegate the
> travel. I travel too much as it is. Perhaps some day we can have
> dinner. I'm not quite up to interaction right now.
Damn, was hoping to get to see you. But I certainly support a
decrease in business travel (knowing full well how not-fun it
generally is), and I'm also well familiar with hermit mode. I'm sure
we'll manage it someday.
M