Christmas. A day of quiet filled with bubbly, hound lovin', and BBC.
This Christmas day lies in stark contrast to last year. A year ago today I was frantically getting ready for The Southern Gentleman's visit. Anticipation and hope were overflowing in my little corner of the Austin city limits. The Southern Gentleman's presence in my life has been reduced to the Bela Fleck holiday CD that arrived via the post last week. Quite the change.
But change is welcome here. I'd much rather be tossed about in a sea of change than trapped in the desert of stagnation.
So today amidst the bubbles and BBC, I look forward to the many changes, full of giggling excitement, lurking right around the corner.
25 December 2009
20 December 2009
christmas card greetings
I live for mail that is not of the bill variety. Good, old school Christmas cards is the only Christmas-y thing I do for the holiday; other than that, I am the Grinch.
Today, I had a small collection of cards awaiting me. As I shuffled through the envelopes, I notice an oddly addressed one. Odd due to the names inscribed on the envelope - The Leech and Patsy - as if to be the ex-husband's name. To see that name; it looks so foreign, especially so near my own name.
Of course, it is the first card I open. My morbid curiosity is clearly steering the ship today. Christmas greetings from his aunt and uncle wishing us happiness and stating "would love to hear from you, it's been awhile." Duh!
In August, it was 4 years our divorce was final; in February, it will be 5 years that I moved him out of my home. That is an awful long time. Clearly, The Leech still hasn't informed his family that we are done.
Seriously?! A significant amount of time has passed; our divorce is no longer fresh. In fact, we have been divorced longer than we were ever married. So, why does The Leech continue to keep our divorce a secret from his family? Divorce was not an unusual event in his family as even his own parents were divorced. Why continue living under the veil of secrecy?
Since we split, I have maintained it is The Leech's responsibility to inform his family of our demise. However, that time has come to an end as I want to be free from these random surprises once and for all. I will be sending his aunt and uncle a proper Emily Post-esque note stating that they have not heard from us because there has not been an 'us' for quite some time. One less of Ghost of Christmas Past to stumble across in my future.
Today, I had a small collection of cards awaiting me. As I shuffled through the envelopes, I notice an oddly addressed one. Odd due to the names inscribed on the envelope - The Leech and Patsy - as if to be the ex-husband's name. To see that name; it looks so foreign, especially so near my own name.
Of course, it is the first card I open. My morbid curiosity is clearly steering the ship today. Christmas greetings from his aunt and uncle wishing us happiness and stating "would love to hear from you, it's been awhile." Duh!
In August, it was 4 years our divorce was final; in February, it will be 5 years that I moved him out of my home. That is an awful long time. Clearly, The Leech still hasn't informed his family that we are done.
Seriously?! A significant amount of time has passed; our divorce is no longer fresh. In fact, we have been divorced longer than we were ever married. So, why does The Leech continue to keep our divorce a secret from his family? Divorce was not an unusual event in his family as even his own parents were divorced. Why continue living under the veil of secrecy?
Since we split, I have maintained it is The Leech's responsibility to inform his family of our demise. However, that time has come to an end as I want to be free from these random surprises once and for all. I will be sending his aunt and uncle a proper Emily Post-esque note stating that they have not heard from us because there has not been an 'us' for quite some time. One less of Ghost of Christmas Past to stumble across in my future.
08 December 2009
the wrong kind of thinning
It is official.
My tough thick hot mountain blood has thinned due to my continual presence the ATX. I am cold! The thermostat is set at a constant 70 degrees F and I am still a popsicle!
I suppose it had to happen; after all, this is my third winter in TX. But that doesn't mean I have to like it! I want the fat resident on my arse to thin in the same manner!
If only Lulu would snuggle her warm bony canine next me at night, it may be bearable. Alas, I am on my own as she wants nothing with bed sharing or spooning. Silly dog, she doesn't know what she's missing!
Okay, am very punchy. Time to say good night !
My tough thick hot mountain blood has thinned due to my continual presence the ATX. I am cold! The thermostat is set at a constant 70 degrees F and I am still a popsicle!
I suppose it had to happen; after all, this is my third winter in TX. But that doesn't mean I have to like it! I want the fat resident on my arse to thin in the same manner!
If only Lulu would snuggle her warm bony canine next me at night, it may be bearable. Alas, I am on my own as she wants nothing with bed sharing or spooning. Silly dog, she doesn't know what she's missing!
Okay, am very punchy. Time to say good night !
07 December 2009
too
Long hours lead to long days. I see no end in sight.
Too much work.
Too little time.
Caring too much.
Wanting much more.
Driven to shine.
I hope one day soon, in some fashion, all these hours I put in (from before sun up until well after sun down) pays off in a spectacular way!
Too much work.
Too little time.
Caring too much.
Wanting much more.
Driven to shine.
I hope one day soon, in some fashion, all these hours I put in (from before sun up until well after sun down) pays off in a spectacular way!
04 December 2009
are men like wine?
The Day Job has become all-consuming leaving me time or energy for much else.
My flying date for early November was canceled due to our friend, Mother Nature ensure a storm surrounded the city; instrument flying only. We all know what happened when JFK, Jr. decided to do a little instrument flying. The jaunt was rescheduled for mid-December.
Clearly, the planets are aligned such that I am an older man magnet. The pilot is a member of the older man club and it appears there is a second older man interested in my world. This second man, Trotter, is handsome and does not look as old as he is. I have decided to overlook the decade-plus difference in our ages and encourage his advances. I am sure this older man fandango will give me a fair amount of writing material.
My flying date for early November was canceled due to our friend, Mother Nature ensure a storm surrounded the city; instrument flying only. We all know what happened when JFK, Jr. decided to do a little instrument flying. The jaunt was rescheduled for mid-December.
Clearly, the planets are aligned such that I am an older man magnet. The pilot is a member of the older man club and it appears there is a second older man interested in my world. This second man, Trotter, is handsome and does not look as old as he is. I have decided to overlook the decade-plus difference in our ages and encourage his advances. I am sure this older man fandango will give me a fair amount of writing material.
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