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I just drove back from Florida and boy is my ass tired.
I am going to the doctor's to check on a potential UTI this afternoon. (Back pain, blood in the urine, oh, yeah, I think so.)
I am really angry at Thor right now. I can't get that off my head. His wife would not let me in the house, and he thought that was an okay thing, that he and I could carry on some sort of friendship around her. But I'm not, as Roon says, going to 'poach.' I get bad feelings about this, and once was enough to find out how bad it could be.
I have another friend who's wife does not want me in the house, but I wasn't there first, and she and I have serious issues that we've actually talked about. We pretty much agree we hate each other, even though she doesn't admit it.
Thor's wife doesn't even KNOW me. And for him to marry someone who would not even let a friend in the house ... well, there's something ugly about that to me. But then, I'm one of those people who believes you are polite to guests or dead. I didn't do all this growing up just to have people treat me like a nobody.
So, Thor is 'not my friend' anymore. I don't know that I would turn him down still, if he needed me, but I was way too disappointed that he called himself a 'dom' and then acted so pussywhipped. I never USE that word, either, so you know I feel extreme about it.
The other option, is that I'm not important enough to assert to his wife that she should be polite. That's fine with me, because I have to downgrade the importance of this friendship majorly, after this.
Thor and I talked about this over coffee at the Village Inn, and then I gave him the baby's stuff and left. So, there I was in Tampa with nothing to do on Monday night. I checked into a hotel room and slept that night and most of the next day. I stayed up all Tuesday night watching TV. I saw "Ed Wood" and "The Morning After." Great stuff for after-midnight fare.
I got up the next morning (Wednesday) and drove to my Granny's house. She is doing pretty well for herself. She gets tired easily and doesn't do very much, but she still cooks for herself, dresses and all. My Aunt Lauriel and I took her to the doctor's offices Thursday and we had lunch at the steak house buffet.
I guess my grandmother, being 82 and all, will be under someone's care for the rest of her life, and that life might not be all that terribly much longer, but she's doing much better than my other grandparents were. My grandfather was quite in the grip of Parkinson's by that time. I guess he was 88 when he died. My other grandmother was having seizures, and my other grandfather died almost 15 years ago, never even getting to that age.
We can talk to each other really easily now, I discuss with her things that I think, she listens, she tells me stories about the great-grandchildren. We watched the kittens stalk each other in the back yard, where the grass has grown a little high. They were precious. (And if anyone wants to know, one of them was already named 'Diamond' by my cousin's daughter Madison, so I named the others Seth, Martin, Forsyth and Genevieve.)
Madison decided immediately that she didn't understand anything about me, by the way. "Why is your hair blue? Why are your pants baggy? Why is your shirt soft? How many earrings do you have?" But apparently this was a good thing, because she hugged me and asked to try on my bracelets and let me pick her up. I guess I have found another non-conformist in the family. I hereby make a note to send her pictures and letters from California.
Sarah (her mother) looks her age, just a few months younger than I am. It's weird to think of us all grown up, although I've gotten in the habit of anticipating differences and usually enjoy the comparisons. Alicia, my youngest cousin, the perennial 'baby,' is 21 now, and seems quite mature. She's a good looking girl, tall, and large framed, like her parents.
I just wish I could get rid of the circles under my eyes.
I am going to the doctor's to check on a potential UTI this afternoon. (Back pain, blood in the urine, oh, yeah, I think so.)
I am really angry at Thor right now. I can't get that off my head. His wife would not let me in the house, and he thought that was an okay thing, that he and I could carry on some sort of friendship around her. But I'm not, as Roon says, going to 'poach.' I get bad feelings about this, and once was enough to find out how bad it could be.
I have another friend who's wife does not want me in the house, but I wasn't there first, and she and I have serious issues that we've actually talked about. We pretty much agree we hate each other, even though she doesn't admit it.
Thor's wife doesn't even KNOW me. And for him to marry someone who would not even let a friend in the house ... well, there's something ugly about that to me. But then, I'm one of those people who believes you are polite to guests or dead. I didn't do all this growing up just to have people treat me like a nobody.
So, Thor is 'not my friend' anymore. I don't know that I would turn him down still, if he needed me, but I was way too disappointed that he called himself a 'dom' and then acted so pussywhipped. I never USE that word, either, so you know I feel extreme about it.
The other option, is that I'm not important enough to assert to his wife that she should be polite. That's fine with me, because I have to downgrade the importance of this friendship majorly, after this.
Thor and I talked about this over coffee at the Village Inn, and then I gave him the baby's stuff and left. So, there I was in Tampa with nothing to do on Monday night. I checked into a hotel room and slept that night and most of the next day. I stayed up all Tuesday night watching TV. I saw "Ed Wood" and "The Morning After." Great stuff for after-midnight fare.
I got up the next morning (Wednesday) and drove to my Granny's house. She is doing pretty well for herself. She gets tired easily and doesn't do very much, but she still cooks for herself, dresses and all. My Aunt Lauriel and I took her to the doctor's offices Thursday and we had lunch at the steak house buffet.
I guess my grandmother, being 82 and all, will be under someone's care for the rest of her life, and that life might not be all that terribly much longer, but she's doing much better than my other grandparents were. My grandfather was quite in the grip of Parkinson's by that time. I guess he was 88 when he died. My other grandmother was having seizures, and my other grandfather died almost 15 years ago, never even getting to that age.
We can talk to each other really easily now, I discuss with her things that I think, she listens, she tells me stories about the great-grandchildren. We watched the kittens stalk each other in the back yard, where the grass has grown a little high. They were precious. (And if anyone wants to know, one of them was already named 'Diamond' by my cousin's daughter Madison, so I named the others Seth, Martin, Forsyth and Genevieve.)
Madison decided immediately that she didn't understand anything about me, by the way. "Why is your hair blue? Why are your pants baggy? Why is your shirt soft? How many earrings do you have?" But apparently this was a good thing, because she hugged me and asked to try on my bracelets and let me pick her up. I guess I have found another non-conformist in the family. I hereby make a note to send her pictures and letters from California.
Sarah (her mother) looks her age, just a few months younger than I am. It's weird to think of us all grown up, although I've gotten in the habit of anticipating differences and usually enjoy the comparisons. Alicia, my youngest cousin, the perennial 'baby,' is 21 now, and seems quite mature. She's a good looking girl, tall, and large framed, like her parents.
I just wish I could get rid of the circles under my eyes.
