coexistapart's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Thing, in Sun Valley Where to start.... Time keeps escaping me. I don't know where it goes. Even on days where I'm very efficient, it just keeps flying away. I think it happens most because I don't have time to work in the evenings anymore; anything after 6pm used to be prime time, that is if I could get around to focusing, now tonight's a rare night where I haven't fallen asleep, and Big has gone to bed, and I do have a couple more things I've managed to do. I've been writing so infrequently the past month I'm starting to feel rusty. I've left a space in case I want to write a birthday entry. I know I will touch on some things here, but I might decide tomorrow that I don't want to break the tradition of recording the reflections on life that come with a birthday. Needless to say, I feel old and increasingly close to be irrelevant. I also don't want to go to grad school... or at least that's the abstract. Anthony's mother died suddenly last week. The fact that I'm not refering to her as my "aunt" indicates how little I knew the woman. All the uncle's on my father's side of the family are quite a bit older, if not deceased by now. This is his first wife, mother to two of my cousin. Anthony was quite shocked, in the sense that it was a sudden flareup of Meningitus or something like that, but from what it sounds like she was really getting on in years. She couldn't play tennis at the club anymore, so her quality of life had rapidly deteriorate in the past two years. On the bright side, it means that Anthony will (by the end of all this) have come into some money...probably somewhere in the neighbourhood of what I got, if not more, which will be helpful for him because he's struggled a lot during his life, especially selling real estate the past 18 months with the economy being as bad as it is. (He got into high end real estate, multi-million dollar properties.) This I imagine will remove some stress of living with the gf, who he wants to break up with, to save money. I should have called him earlier in the week, but I was trying not to crowd things. He seems to be doing ok, considering, especially also given that he has to interact with his estranged sister. Yesterday Big and I drove to Arizona to see Celine Dion, from his birthday. The drive was not long, the weather was nice. Traffic in Phoenix was terrible, and getting into and out of the venue was badly designed I think, but Big seemed to enjoy the concert and really that's all that mattered. I thought it was OK, but it was 20,000 strong instead of the 5,000 at Caesar's. The vocal quality and overall experience suffered obviously, but I guess you get what you paid for. We drove back this morning because Big somehow, stupidly, asked some neighbours over for "beers" tonight at 6pm. They promtply forgot/no-showed, so we just went about our evening with a much cleaner house. Thankfully I didn't spend more than $20 on food. Finances FEEL a little tight right now, which is dumb. Usually it's a case of me waiting the 3 days for the money people have paid me via eBay to show up in PayPal so I can cash it out. I often times forget to leave enough money to ship out the items BEFORE the money has transfered. I'm not in too much of a rush to get mailed gifts out "on time" (i.e. they're mostly already late) but I do have my child sponsor and other MUSTS to take care of this week. I'm trying to juggle things such that I don't get overwhelmed, and I continue to enjoy this limited Christmas spirit. Shrugs. Last week I was just real emotional and exhausted. I never used to get PMS, ever. I don't know if it's getting worse with age, or I need a stronger pill or what, but just today I was thinking it's all nice and great that you can skip a week and not get your period, but why can't you skip the week BEFORE your period, huh? I mean that seems to me the worst part. I have about 14 packs of the Marvelon left; I'm thinking next year I'll consider Seasonal, if only for that reason. Last week was not a bad week, but one thing that was cramping my style (even on my birthday) was this stupid person in Colorado holding Big's phone hostage. I'm not altogether convinced that we "lost" it--and that it wasn't stolen. But I sent the individual in question an email to Big's blackberry giving them our FedEx account number to bill postage, and then they message back demanding $45 for their time. Then they proceed to read dozens' of Big's emails and, possibly, making expensive calls or bill FedEx for sending their Christmas presents to Timbuktu. I send them a scathing email calling them on everything--but it's frustrating because Big wants the phone, for the numbers, whereas I just say screw them and let's spend $50 at Verizon to replace it. It will work out to be the same, although the stupid person can turn around and pawn the old Blackberry for scrap. Big is all "well, I was thinking of giving them a reward anyway," where as I'm trying to keep a Christian mindset and this is STILL highly upsetting me. Nevermind not being altruistic, but this is downright blackmail. Forget the whole unemployed song and dance. This is just not necessary. Other than that, I'm behind on all kinds of personal correspondence and my public blog. My friends will soon become irate. I had better go start to deal with that now, or tomorrow. I'm really sorry, but I'm too lazy to go back and reread this entry. 11:55 p.m. - 2008-12-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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