Today finds our heroine inching closer toward the purchase of a Jeep Wrangler, previously owned, but under 40,000 miles. Financing is in place, and only the Jeep needs to be secured. Hardtop is required, due to my frequenting areas of the city with character, including my house. Other than that and air conditioning, pretty open. Black is preferred, and white a possibility.
Had a breakthrough therapy session today. It's about time; I was prepared going in on this day to trade her in for a Jeep. But that freaky, weirdo thing happened where reality turns all liquid, and life seems possibly able to provide the richness of childhood again. So I'll stick it out. Imagine, though, that she thinks I make it so people won't get me, thereby writing them off without risking a real relationship. Ha ha! Who, me? And picture if you will a psychologist who tells me I am certainly very difficult, but interesting and funny along the way. The new plan is for me to be honest, to tell her what I think of her. Oh geez...
My Dad and stepmom, what can I say? They are moving to their new house in Oklahoma this month, and of course it "just doesn't make any sense at all to keep paying $1300 a month" on the rental they've been living in, and since my stepmother is planning to keep her fulltime managerial job here in Michigan until May, she wonders if she can stay with my sister while she's here during the week, "since they'll need help," what with my sister going into the second half of a pregnancy with twins and all. My dad and stepmom, they believe their own versions of logic and reality, too, so you really can't do anything with the information when talking to them except feel insane. My sister said no (go Angie! go Angie!), that this will be the last several months she and Erik will spend alone together for the next 18 years(!). So as of course you might expect as the the next logical step, my stepmother got a yes to the lodging proposition from Angie's mother-in-law, who lives on the other side of Angie's backyard fence. Wait a minute---this tangled brain reminds me of why I go to therapy... argh!
My shoulder has been out for days now. It's jacked. I am a physical cripple. What if it's age, and I'm on the way out? More likely it's from lifting the windows up and down around the house for two days of blackout.
Lastly, received an e-mail today from a woman I met at Omega, at the Lynda Barry writing workshop. She read my stuff on Here Magazine's website! Imagine the coincidence! She is Shannon Rothenberger, and one of the folks who put out Here! Crazy, crazy, crazy. Nicely so.
Had a breakthrough therapy session today. It's about time; I was prepared going in on this day to trade her in for a Jeep. But that freaky, weirdo thing happened where reality turns all liquid, and life seems possibly able to provide the richness of childhood again. So I'll stick it out. Imagine, though, that she thinks I make it so people won't get me, thereby writing them off without risking a real relationship. Ha ha! Who, me? And picture if you will a psychologist who tells me I am certainly very difficult, but interesting and funny along the way. The new plan is for me to be honest, to tell her what I think of her. Oh geez...
My Dad and stepmom, what can I say? They are moving to their new house in Oklahoma this month, and of course it "just doesn't make any sense at all to keep paying $1300 a month" on the rental they've been living in, and since my stepmother is planning to keep her fulltime managerial job here in Michigan until May, she wonders if she can stay with my sister while she's here during the week, "since they'll need help," what with my sister going into the second half of a pregnancy with twins and all. My dad and stepmom, they believe their own versions of logic and reality, too, so you really can't do anything with the information when talking to them except feel insane. My sister said no (go Angie! go Angie!), that this will be the last several months she and Erik will spend alone together for the next 18 years(!). So as of course you might expect as the the next logical step, my stepmother got a yes to the lodging proposition from Angie's mother-in-law, who lives on the other side of Angie's backyard fence. Wait a minute---this tangled brain reminds me of why I go to therapy... argh!
My shoulder has been out for days now. It's jacked. I am a physical cripple. What if it's age, and I'm on the way out? More likely it's from lifting the windows up and down around the house for two days of blackout.
Lastly, received an e-mail today from a woman I met at Omega, at the Lynda Barry writing workshop. She read my stuff on Here Magazine's website! Imagine the coincidence! She is Shannon Rothenberger, and one of the folks who put out Here! Crazy, crazy, crazy. Nicely so.
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