What Do You Mean, Greek??
Jul. 31st, 2024 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraDreamed Dolly Alderton had been a production assistant on Fresh Meat, and this made me ❤️LUV❤️ her more than ever ‘cause Vod plus Fresh Meat is one of the funniest TV shows ever. Somehow I’d been talking to DA and revealed the complicated backstory of my cousin Alicia—well, not so complicated really: Alicia is a bitch—and DA had written about Alicia in her latest book!
I ran into Alicia and told her, You know, you really oughta buy this book ‘cause you’re in it.
And Alicia said to me, I’m really a different person now, kinder & more compassionate—
And I thought, No. You’re not.
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Anyhoo, I was in a funk yesterday, and I’m in a funk again today ‘cause the first of the new month is creeping up, which means bills need to be paid, which makes me panic about the old cash flow.
If the U.S. government can run at a deficit of $35 trillion, why, oh why, can’t I???
Nobody ever thinks that’s a serious question.
I know perfectly well that life doesn’t have to be a hamster wheel where you work just so you can afford to work. But turning it into something other than a hamster wheel requires some effort—and I am really short on effort at the moment.
Times like these are when I really start to wonder: Why don’t I have a partner??
I suppose because my idea of a partner is someone with whom I share deep quasi-telepathic communion, and that is impossible; in instances where it appears to be possible, it’s because the other person is a sociopath, a trickster, a hustler—someone like Ben.
I was brought up to be so secretive about anything I really want that now, it’s almost impossible for me to express those things—hence my need for someone to whom I don’t need to express those things because he/she can read my mind.
Plus I’m not even sure what I want anymore. Except I know I want money! Money is always good.
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And the house is mine and mine alone for a week—also good! If I knew anyone but BB around here, I’d plan a dinner party with an elaborate menu.
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Wallkill turns out to have one historic site:
Unprepossessing, no?
It’s the Andre Dubois House. The Dubois’s were one of New Paltz’s original Huguenot families. Originally built in the mid-1700s and then burned down, so was rebuilt and remodeled—the little historical marker sez “in the Greek Revival style,” though it sure doesn’t look Greek to me.
I also got a library card since Wallkill is not part of the Mid-Hudson library system but the Ramapo Catskill library system. (Kinda weird.)
I took out Kate Atkinson’s not new but new-to-me Shrines of Gaity and also discovered there is a four-part miniseries of Atkinson’s Life After Life available via Ramapo Catskill’s Kanopy system—which I promptly checked out.
I would have thought Life After Life was unfilmable.
But the miniseries is surprisingly good.
Plus the actress who plays Ursula looks amazingly like my kinda, sorta cousin Katherine—which is probably why I dreamed of her sister Alicia.
I ran into Alicia and told her, You know, you really oughta buy this book ‘cause you’re in it.
And Alicia said to me, I’m really a different person now, kinder & more compassionate—
And I thought, No. You’re not.
###
Anyhoo, I was in a funk yesterday, and I’m in a funk again today ‘cause the first of the new month is creeping up, which means bills need to be paid, which makes me panic about the old cash flow.
If the U.S. government can run at a deficit of $35 trillion, why, oh why, can’t I???
Nobody ever thinks that’s a serious question.
I know perfectly well that life doesn’t have to be a hamster wheel where you work just so you can afford to work. But turning it into something other than a hamster wheel requires some effort—and I am really short on effort at the moment.
Times like these are when I really start to wonder: Why don’t I have a partner??
I suppose because my idea of a partner is someone with whom I share deep quasi-telepathic communion, and that is impossible; in instances where it appears to be possible, it’s because the other person is a sociopath, a trickster, a hustler—someone like Ben.
I was brought up to be so secretive about anything I really want that now, it’s almost impossible for me to express those things—hence my need for someone to whom I don’t need to express those things because he/she can read my mind.
Plus I’m not even sure what I want anymore. Except I know I want money! Money is always good.
###
And the house is mine and mine alone for a week—also good! If I knew anyone but BB around here, I’d plan a dinner party with an elaborate menu.
###
Wallkill turns out to have one historic site:
Unprepossessing, no?
It’s the Andre Dubois House. The Dubois’s were one of New Paltz’s original Huguenot families. Originally built in the mid-1700s and then burned down, so was rebuilt and remodeled—the little historical marker sez “in the Greek Revival style,” though it sure doesn’t look Greek to me.
I also got a library card since Wallkill is not part of the Mid-Hudson library system but the Ramapo Catskill library system. (Kinda weird.)
I took out Kate Atkinson’s not new but new-to-me Shrines of Gaity and also discovered there is a four-part miniseries of Atkinson’s Life After Life available via Ramapo Catskill’s Kanopy system—which I promptly checked out.
I would have thought Life After Life was unfilmable.
But the miniseries is surprisingly good.
Plus the actress who plays Ursula looks amazingly like my kinda, sorta cousin Katherine—which is probably why I dreamed of her sister Alicia.
