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An Emotional wedgie
Jun. 20th, 2001 02:52 pmIt just sounded good, ok? (That, and I've got a real wedgie from these damn satin panties. Little bastards. I'm missing my boxers right now. Laundry - laundry gets done tonight.)
I'm pissed off at Chris, and he's pissed off at me because I didn't tell him to his face that I was pissed at him, not that he would have handled it with any inkling of maturity, given his avoidance of me in the past couple of weeks, and now, poof, a friendship's gone up in smoke.
Tune in for the 6 o'clock update.
Meanwhile, I'm enjoying life - I've seen the heron a few more times in the morning, and once last night, winging from Portage Bay to Lake Union, and last week, I got distracted from an ice cream-buying mission to watch a bald eagle soar overhead. I've been exploring a few new routes around the work/home axis - particularly the Burke-Gilman trees, and at my most fanciful, it's like walking along a temperate jungle. Redwoods by the bridge, huge falls of blackberries flanking the paths, and only a glimpse of buildings through the green.
Hey, wait - reality check - this is a city, right?
Seattle - check. Yep - a city. A city festooned with greenspace and lakes galore and goslings every other Wednesday (still slightly fluffy with down, but looking more like grownup geese than overlarge ducklings), but still a city. Every once in a while I look around and cackle and gloat and think 'mineminemineminemine'
The hunt for the house goes on - it's still at the 'brief scan of the classifieds' level, and so far I'm seeing a whole lot of 5 bedroom houses for prices that would be reasonable for 3 people. This could have advantages, considering the three prospective tenants aren't penny-scraping college students. (Penny-scraping fans, but let's not get ahead of ourselves). My inner housewife is just squirming with delight at the thought of having actual space for guest-type people and perhaps, maybe, even, potentially, other converts to the Seattle scene.
Dru's coming back in what, two years? <snort>
I'm pissed off at Chris, and he's pissed off at me because I didn't tell him to his face that I was pissed at him, not that he would have handled it with any inkling of maturity, given his avoidance of me in the past couple of weeks, and now, poof, a friendship's gone up in smoke.
Tune in for the 6 o'clock update.
Meanwhile, I'm enjoying life - I've seen the heron a few more times in the morning, and once last night, winging from Portage Bay to Lake Union, and last week, I got distracted from an ice cream-buying mission to watch a bald eagle soar overhead. I've been exploring a few new routes around the work/home axis - particularly the Burke-Gilman trees, and at my most fanciful, it's like walking along a temperate jungle. Redwoods by the bridge, huge falls of blackberries flanking the paths, and only a glimpse of buildings through the green.
Hey, wait - reality check - this is a city, right?
Seattle - check. Yep - a city. A city festooned with greenspace and lakes galore and goslings every other Wednesday (still slightly fluffy with down, but looking more like grownup geese than overlarge ducklings), but still a city. Every once in a while I look around and cackle and gloat and think 'mineminemineminemine'
The hunt for the house goes on - it's still at the 'brief scan of the classifieds' level, and so far I'm seeing a whole lot of 5 bedroom houses for prices that would be reasonable for 3 people. This could have advantages, considering the three prospective tenants aren't penny-scraping college students. (Penny-scraping fans, but let's not get ahead of ourselves). My inner housewife is just squirming with delight at the thought of having actual space for guest-type people and perhaps, maybe, even, potentially, other converts to the Seattle scene.
Dru's coming back in what, two years? <snort>
