the Invisible Dam
Yesterday Trish had the day off. She's concerned that she doesn't have 2 days off in a row, & though I admit it'd be more convenient, I don't want to make her bosses upset over her being demanding.
We had planned on going to the Perky Pam Layout, ate our corn flakes, drank our coffee, then trucked. When we arrived the sign on the door said, "Going to lake 10:30". We went upstairs & Cathy admitted that Cheri hadn't told her anything about it. To pass the time, Trish & I walked to Waste Fargo & cashed one of her checks, then went to the lunch box for a Diet Coke after finding out the Bear's Den was closed.
We finally left for the lake in Cheri's van; the Layout doesn't have gas money for their own van. When we came to Fresno Trish & I just hung out & drank diet pop until lunchtime, when we ate chicken & potato & macaroni salad with Cheri & Noncorean. Cheri had to start babbling about "learning Braille" as I'd mentioned that I'm now legally blind. The only reason I said that is because in the past she's always been perfectly obtuse about understanding my visual problems.
We finally came home. I started my Doors movie while Trish napped. I turned it off around 3:00 -- & reminded Trish to take her meds -- so we could shop at Albertson's with the food stamp card. They only gave us 26 buckadingdongs this month.
Trish had her appointment with Charlene while I restarted the movie. Charlene told her not to have me divide everything up evenly, to just take the portion sizes she wants & have leftovers if she feels overwhelmed by the food on her plate. She also advised writing a note to the deaf, dumb & blonde girl saying she's non-vorklable.
We went to El Taco Loco shortly after that. Trish had a chicken quesadilla & I had #4. She thought it was funny when someone came in & ordered one #2. Who does #2 work for?
When we returned home Trish washed the dishes, then relaxed with her Britney Spears. Everything went smoothly, up to the point where she mentioned her hours, saying she wants to work 16-18. I said, "You can work 20 if you feel like it," & she exploded. She claims I'm trying to "push her away" just because I want alone time. We called Karen, who calmed Trish down a little bit. I told Karen I barely have time to torment my typewriter as Car-girl & I do TA twice a week. Karen suggested dropping it to once a week, & have Car-girl spend more time with Trish, who needs it more right now than I do.
Maybe that would lower her anxiety level a little bit. Trish has just been having terrible problems coping ever since she had to go back to work, on top of which she has to drive every day.
Fred may stop by today. I'm still working on "Relayer", but want to finish it & send it off to Stan, though I suppose I'll try Baen's Universe first. If QA bounces at Oceans of the Mind it goes to ASIM, even though one of their readers likes to write insulting, sarcastic rejection slips. Ted's still working on TC, which is also aimed at Analog, but I think I'll complete Noc-Lar before I do any more short stories. I'm not good at multi-tasking. Hopefully, my Scientology-fucking meds won't slow me down. Although I write OK on haldol, I feel I did better when I was on stelazine, & I'm worried about the oculogyric crises. I have to wait a whole month & 1/2 to see a doctor. It sucks living in a rural area.
We had planned on going to the Perky Pam Layout, ate our corn flakes, drank our coffee, then trucked. When we arrived the sign on the door said, "Going to lake 10:30". We went upstairs & Cathy admitted that Cheri hadn't told her anything about it. To pass the time, Trish & I walked to Waste Fargo & cashed one of her checks, then went to the lunch box for a Diet Coke after finding out the Bear's Den was closed.
We finally left for the lake in Cheri's van; the Layout doesn't have gas money for their own van. When we came to Fresno Trish & I just hung out & drank diet pop until lunchtime, when we ate chicken & potato & macaroni salad with Cheri & Noncorean. Cheri had to start babbling about "learning Braille" as I'd mentioned that I'm now legally blind. The only reason I said that is because in the past she's always been perfectly obtuse about understanding my visual problems.
We finally came home. I started my Doors movie while Trish napped. I turned it off around 3:00 -- & reminded Trish to take her meds -- so we could shop at Albertson's with the food stamp card. They only gave us 26 buckadingdongs this month.
Trish had her appointment with Charlene while I restarted the movie. Charlene told her not to have me divide everything up evenly, to just take the portion sizes she wants & have leftovers if she feels overwhelmed by the food on her plate. She also advised writing a note to the deaf, dumb & blonde girl saying she's non-vorklable.
We went to El Taco Loco shortly after that. Trish had a chicken quesadilla & I had #4. She thought it was funny when someone came in & ordered one #2. Who does #2 work for?
When we returned home Trish washed the dishes, then relaxed with her Britney Spears. Everything went smoothly, up to the point where she mentioned her hours, saying she wants to work 16-18. I said, "You can work 20 if you feel like it," & she exploded. She claims I'm trying to "push her away" just because I want alone time. We called Karen, who calmed Trish down a little bit. I told Karen I barely have time to torment my typewriter as Car-girl & I do TA twice a week. Karen suggested dropping it to once a week, & have Car-girl spend more time with Trish, who needs it more right now than I do.
Maybe that would lower her anxiety level a little bit. Trish has just been having terrible problems coping ever since she had to go back to work, on top of which she has to drive every day.
Fred may stop by today. I'm still working on "Relayer", but want to finish it & send it off to Stan, though I suppose I'll try Baen's Universe first. If QA bounces at Oceans of the Mind it goes to ASIM, even though one of their readers likes to write insulting, sarcastic rejection slips. Ted's still working on TC, which is also aimed at Analog, but I think I'll complete Noc-Lar before I do any more short stories. I'm not good at multi-tasking. Hopefully, my Scientology-fucking meds won't slow me down. Although I write OK on haldol, I feel I did better when I was on stelazine, & I'm worried about the oculogyric crises. I have to wait a whole month & 1/2 to see a doctor. It sucks living in a rural area.
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