coexistapart's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - A lot has happened in the last 72 hours; I am just on my blackberry, so we will just have to see how far I get. Friday we drove to Denver. We stopped at Sparky's, which has revised extended hours. If you ever come to the Southwest, you cannot leave without trying a green chili cheeseburger. I drove a lot of the way, thinking I was doing him a favor, but mostly he was just impatient. We spent the entire Memorial weekend packing.I $ean literally 12-14 hour days, from dawn until dusk with barely breaks for food or to get more bubble wrap. (Although we did escape to J.Crew for two hours, where I spent $550 and put a good dent in my back-to-school shopping.) The why's and wherefores of the packing are not worth going into because I cannot talk about Sunday night. Big specifically asked that I not write an entry, which is very unusual for him; that being said, I do not need to write about it to feel like I am reliving it. I do not like yelling and violence; it brought me back to being 8 or 9 when my parents fought so much. It was incredible how something like that so totally unrelated to me brought me back there, made me nervous and anxious. I did not have some sort of panic attack; however it did aggitate me, and cause me to realize that except when I really blow my stack in irritation (I.e. I feel slighted or tre(ed badly,) I endeavor to be copacetic and live life quietly; I can hardly bear cursing or violence, and I do not want to. Monday night we went to the airport at 2am and I stayed until my flight at six; Big was so spun up I told him to jist stary driving home. I arrived in Canada without any real problems; I had to 50 lb bags of stuff to freight back. The real confusionthat has caused stress in addition to the situation Monday night is that my cousin, Anthony, has still be slightly scattered, and consequently did not do anything about his brown car before I arrived--despite repeated warnings. That being said, he is doing me a favor (although I am also doing him a favor by taking it off his hands,) I had just made these very time-specific plans to efficiently accomplish a lot by June 1. Needless to say I could not depart yesterday; un fact he looked surprised to see me, and asked where I was staying when my plan was to be at Gigi's IN OTTAWA (not TO) by 9pm Tuesday night. Regardless, as it currently stands, we are waiting for the wrecker to bring down a part from Barrie tomorrow afternoon to repair the windshield wipers. Because the car just turned 15, it cannot be reinsured without a provincial cert saying it is road-worthy, which rhey clearly cannot issue beforw the wiper. We need the cert to get insurance to get new 09 plate tags to get proof of ownership, to get me back on the road. Given all of these changes, there can be no hurry for me to get there because a lot of my plans are irreplaceacle, but I guess that just is what it is. I stayed with Emily last night, which was finw bordering on great. Tonight I kust about had a meltdown (the culmination of the last 3 days) and had literally nowhere to go. I was ashamed, but called Dahlia; God works in mysterious ways because I am here and things are looking up. Rather than feel like I need to "take full advantage" of being in Toronto now (like I am never going to be here again?!?) I just need to focus on the car tomorrow; I will see Nora near Downsview, and then visit with Dahlia tomorrow night. I need to call Juanita to say hi; Gavin was born on Monday, and I would like to try and do a newborn portrait session next week. I have a couple of cold sores, but they're small all things considered; I will live. Running would probably help, but I am currently living out of a plastic bag. what kind of day are you going t - 05-26-2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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