Disheartening
Feb. 2nd, 2024 09:10 amThree weeks since we’ve seen sunshine hereabouts.
It’s… disheartening.
I’ve run out of stuff to read.
Also disheartening.
Current Remunerative Project isn’t difficult, but is excessively dry.
Can you guess the adjective?
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Meanwhile, L went ahead & rented out the downstairs, which means she’s back in the landlady biz again, which means that I am back to having an infinite window for moving plans. Well. Unless L drops dead.
I do want to move, but finding a place with Lois Lane & Billy is definitely out: Lois Lane is wayyyyy too problematic to deal with.
I get that having been laid off from the Dream Job, Lois Lane is in the Sunken Place. But, no—it is simply Not Cool to stop communicating because you are depressed, particularly if you’ve made plans with other people who need to be updated on the status of those plans.
It’s an odd situation because I remain fond of Lois Lane; we speak the same language—I suppose it’s the patois of intelligent people who’ve managed to survive unimaginably abusive childhoods relatively intact.
And I have always been someone for whom emotional loyalty trumps all practicalities.
Maybe I’m maturing.
Anyway, I am done reaching out to her.
And I’m not sure I’ll respond if she reaches out to me.
Though I haven’t set up ghosting her entirely by deleting her contact info & blocking her on social media. At least not yet.
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Anyway, if Lois Lane & Billy are out as housemates, I don’t see myself remaining in the Hudson Valley. I do love it here in the spring, summer, and fall. I could activate Plan B and be the energy center behind putting together a merry band of sympatico housemates. But I dunno. Seems like a lot of work, plus let’s face it: I am a real outlier hereabouts.
Neighbor Ed and I are back to our long texting sessions, and of course, BB is just on the other side of the river, and TaxBwana Linda and I are developing a Real, Human Friendship.
But I still spend too much time alone.
Which doesn’t matter in the spring, summer, & fall when there’s plenty of stuff to do.
But does matter in the winter.
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Speaking of TaxBwana Linda, I want to put together a tiny gift basket & give it to her on her first day of administrative duties as Head TaxBwana of Tivoli. She’s quite nervous about it, bless her little capable heart!
But I’m not sure what to put in it.
Any suggestions?
It’s… disheartening.
I’ve run out of stuff to read.
Also disheartening.
Current Remunerative Project isn’t difficult, but is excessively dry.
Can you guess the adjective?
###
Meanwhile, L went ahead & rented out the downstairs, which means she’s back in the landlady biz again, which means that I am back to having an infinite window for moving plans. Well. Unless L drops dead.
I do want to move, but finding a place with Lois Lane & Billy is definitely out: Lois Lane is wayyyyy too problematic to deal with.
I get that having been laid off from the Dream Job, Lois Lane is in the Sunken Place. But, no—it is simply Not Cool to stop communicating because you are depressed, particularly if you’ve made plans with other people who need to be updated on the status of those plans.
It’s an odd situation because I remain fond of Lois Lane; we speak the same language—I suppose it’s the patois of intelligent people who’ve managed to survive unimaginably abusive childhoods relatively intact.
And I have always been someone for whom emotional loyalty trumps all practicalities.
Maybe I’m maturing.
Anyway, I am done reaching out to her.
And I’m not sure I’ll respond if she reaches out to me.
Though I haven’t set up ghosting her entirely by deleting her contact info & blocking her on social media. At least not yet.
###
Anyway, if Lois Lane & Billy are out as housemates, I don’t see myself remaining in the Hudson Valley. I do love it here in the spring, summer, and fall. I could activate Plan B and be the energy center behind putting together a merry band of sympatico housemates. But I dunno. Seems like a lot of work, plus let’s face it: I am a real outlier hereabouts.
Neighbor Ed and I are back to our long texting sessions, and of course, BB is just on the other side of the river, and TaxBwana Linda and I are developing a Real, Human Friendship.
But I still spend too much time alone.
Which doesn’t matter in the spring, summer, & fall when there’s plenty of stuff to do.
But does matter in the winter.
###
Speaking of TaxBwana Linda, I want to put together a tiny gift basket & give it to her on her first day of administrative duties as Head TaxBwana of Tivoli. She’s quite nervous about it, bless her little capable heart!
But I’m not sure what to put in it.
Any suggestions?