Veterans of Foreign Pancakes
Yesterday -- having planned this the night before -- Ed & Denise took us out to the VFW pancake breakfast. I woke up around 6:00, like usual (this morning I was up at 4:25), so I did my Internet thing before Trish got out of bed at 7:30. I've noticed that she's been sleeping a lot less lately. We sat around drinking Scooby-Dew before I gave Ed a call at 8:30. Since the answering machine picked up, Trish & I were a little distressed, wondering if they'd forgotten. When we tried again, Ed responded that Denise had gotten our message, he was ready to go, while Denise was in the shower.
The pancakes were nummy treats. Pancakes go in bellies. The place was crowded but had mostly cleared out by the time we needed to take Trish to work. We talked about the pope's comments on Islam a little, something that has me deeply disturbed & angry, albeit the RCC is "my" religion. (Trish prays to the Heavenly Father every night, kneeling at the foot of the bed while holding my hand, as I lay on my back, then seals it with a kiss, saying, "Peace be with you," & I say, "& also with you". Then it's time for bouncy-bouncy.)
After driving Trish to Pizza Hut, Ed got stuck in the parade. In spite of the rain & possibility of snow, they were holding Festival Days, anyway. Wishing to bypass the endless trucking of bands & horses, Ed turned off onto one of the avenues that convey Invisible traffic north & south, only to wind up being trapped. We finally got around it, & I returned safely to my house.
I sat down to work on the latest draft of Mind-Warp. I want to do this thing while I still have some vision left. At least this Firefox lets you crank the size of your text.
The next order of business was to light the pilot. The heater set off the fire alarm, from smoke being burned out of it.
I did my 2 Ch. a day on Mind-Warp, but am disappointed in Ch.5, or rather, one scene in it, the scene where Lead becomes violently angry with Karen Relationships over her having an affair with Mel Paraffin. I think that I know how to fix the problem, though. I worked clear thru lunch, which consisted of a peanut butter sandwich & some yogurt.
I called Fred about 2:00, then listened to TV music until he came by around 2:30. He wanted me to run over to the Lutheran Church with him for some rummage sale, but told him that I had to wait for Trish. We did Amazing Grace in a bunch of different voices, then Trish called.
I'm pleased with my Bumble Bee Girl, even though she seems to be undergoing violent & rapid moodswings. The anxiety was the most noticeable thing at first, beginning with her impending foot surgery from pretty much the day we returned from MisCon, thru the surgery itself, then the not-eating, the moths, &c. Now she seems to be doing a lot better, if not moving in the opposite direction. Part of the moodswing came from filling in an application for El Taco Loco, which made her feel there were work options other than Pizza Hut. (Though she still sometimes wants to insist on getting a volunteer job instead of a paying one.) The other thing that I think helped was me telling her that she doesn't have to rush home precisely at 2:30 to see me, that she can stay at Pizza Hut until the job is done. As things stand at this point, she's even suggested -- of her own accord -- getting rid of the digital cable. I think that she's done with the suicide threats, at least for the time being. She still claims her Lamictal needs to be raised (& fuck Scientology), but that can affect anxiety both ways -- cause & create it -- so I just keep telling her we'll discuss it with Doc Larocque. The appointment is only a few days away.
Anyway, once Trish returned from work, she wanted a shower. When Trish is in the shower, I frequently call wako. We had a conversation which I terminated when Trish was out. I cooked some chicken for us, but left it in a little too long. After supper, I took a bath while Trish did some household chores. We watched the end of Pleasantville on Encore, then switched to a 3's Company marathon on TVLand. I felt tired around 8:30, which is probably why I woke up so early this morning.
Car-girl is giving Trish a ride today, & Trish already told her about the possibility of longer hours. Were it not for the distance & the low wages, I'd say this job is ideal for Trish. Few employers will keep a position open for a month, when the employee isn't even officially granted sick leave or other benefits. Once we figure out her medicine, I'm sure the halcyon days of bliss from the beginning of our relationship will return. Truly. Madly Deeply.
The pancakes were nummy treats. Pancakes go in bellies. The place was crowded but had mostly cleared out by the time we needed to take Trish to work. We talked about the pope's comments on Islam a little, something that has me deeply disturbed & angry, albeit the RCC is "my" religion. (Trish prays to the Heavenly Father every night, kneeling at the foot of the bed while holding my hand, as I lay on my back, then seals it with a kiss, saying, "Peace be with you," & I say, "& also with you". Then it's time for bouncy-bouncy.)
After driving Trish to Pizza Hut, Ed got stuck in the parade. In spite of the rain & possibility of snow, they were holding Festival Days, anyway. Wishing to bypass the endless trucking of bands & horses, Ed turned off onto one of the avenues that convey Invisible traffic north & south, only to wind up being trapped. We finally got around it, & I returned safely to my house.
I sat down to work on the latest draft of Mind-Warp. I want to do this thing while I still have some vision left. At least this Firefox lets you crank the size of your text.
The next order of business was to light the pilot. The heater set off the fire alarm, from smoke being burned out of it.
I did my 2 Ch. a day on Mind-Warp, but am disappointed in Ch.5, or rather, one scene in it, the scene where Lead becomes violently angry with Karen Relationships over her having an affair with Mel Paraffin. I think that I know how to fix the problem, though. I worked clear thru lunch, which consisted of a peanut butter sandwich & some yogurt.
I called Fred about 2:00, then listened to TV music until he came by around 2:30. He wanted me to run over to the Lutheran Church with him for some rummage sale, but told him that I had to wait for Trish. We did Amazing Grace in a bunch of different voices, then Trish called.
I'm pleased with my Bumble Bee Girl, even though she seems to be undergoing violent & rapid moodswings. The anxiety was the most noticeable thing at first, beginning with her impending foot surgery from pretty much the day we returned from MisCon, thru the surgery itself, then the not-eating, the moths, &c. Now she seems to be doing a lot better, if not moving in the opposite direction. Part of the moodswing came from filling in an application for El Taco Loco, which made her feel there were work options other than Pizza Hut. (Though she still sometimes wants to insist on getting a volunteer job instead of a paying one.) The other thing that I think helped was me telling her that she doesn't have to rush home precisely at 2:30 to see me, that she can stay at Pizza Hut until the job is done. As things stand at this point, she's even suggested -- of her own accord -- getting rid of the digital cable. I think that she's done with the suicide threats, at least for the time being. She still claims her Lamictal needs to be raised (& fuck Scientology), but that can affect anxiety both ways -- cause & create it -- so I just keep telling her we'll discuss it with Doc Larocque. The appointment is only a few days away.
Anyway, once Trish returned from work, she wanted a shower. When Trish is in the shower, I frequently call wako. We had a conversation which I terminated when Trish was out. I cooked some chicken for us, but left it in a little too long. After supper, I took a bath while Trish did some household chores. We watched the end of Pleasantville on Encore, then switched to a 3's Company marathon on TVLand. I felt tired around 8:30, which is probably why I woke up so early this morning.
Car-girl is giving Trish a ride today, & Trish already told her about the possibility of longer hours. Were it not for the distance & the low wages, I'd say this job is ideal for Trish. Few employers will keep a position open for a month, when the employee isn't even officially granted sick leave or other benefits. Once we figure out her medicine, I'm sure the halcyon days of bliss from the beginning of our relationship will return. Truly. Madly Deeply.
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