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fflo...but I'm at home with no image manipulation application, and I've got stuff to do anyway.
Breakfast went well. So well this entry isn't even protected. Not that it didn't have moments of hard things to say. But it was better than I ever could have expected. Lots of good feeling about the woman came back and---for a change---wasn't disintegrated instantly upon its emergence by the laser ray gun of strife. I'm now going to start to allow myself a little cautious optimism.
There's plenty of heartache still to live through, of course. I think maybe the difference is that, for the first time maybe all year, I don't feel insane.
I don't feel insane at all.
Breakfast went well. So well this entry isn't even protected. Not that it didn't have moments of hard things to say. But it was better than I ever could have expected. Lots of good feeling about the woman came back and---for a change---wasn't disintegrated instantly upon its emergence by the laser ray gun of strife. I'm now going to start to allow myself a little cautious optimism.
There's plenty of heartache still to live through, of course. I think maybe the difference is that, for the first time maybe all year, I don't feel insane.
I don't feel insane at all.
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Date: Jun. 16th, 2004 12:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Jun. 16th, 2004 03:47 pm (UTC)I'm still reeling a little from the experience. Have spent the day continuing hard work around the house---I'd say I'm well over halfway through sorting the books now. That's good. And what the hell: I was thinking of the woman already, so why not do something that makes me think of her. And needs to get done.
Not sure I'll make my goal of having the one wall and corner ready to be painted, getting the biggest bookcase (a heavy-ass sucker) down to the basement somehow, and bringing in the shoe molding from the garage, but I'll get a good chunk of it done. Books are slow. In addition to culling out H's, I'm trying to decide which of the others I might like to have out & which to box up and stick in the basement (high enough to avoid most flooding).
Might could take the bookcase to the garage, too. Wonder which would be less likely to cause me serious injury...
(Yeah, I'm talkin' to myself in my reply to you---what's it TO ya?? hh)
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Date: Jun. 17th, 2004 05:53 am (UTC)Busy, busy! Yeah, I will be, too--getting ready for our trip. But I'll be around this eve, so if you find yourself in the mood, gimme a call.
Congrats on getting so much done!
speaking of insane...
Date: Jun. 17th, 2004 07:06 am (UTC)But that is not my reason for writing, merely one of my many tangential moments.
I wanted to tell you that Arthur came into the room yesterday morning and he asks me, "Do you have any pressing questions for me?" At this point, I have never had any pressing questions for Arthur.
"No not at this time," I said.
"I like to ask that occaisionally to make sure I'm being useful around here," he said.
"I'm sure you are plenty useful around here," I said.
Then he starts telling me about this dream he had a few nights ago. He said that he dreamt it was the year 2032 and he was still working at MR. He said that all of the people were different, but he was exactly the same. Someone came up to him and asked him what he was doing still working here. He said to the person that he made a deal with God that he would live forever as long as he stayed at MR, so he could never leave.
I asked him if things were all futuristic or different. He said, no, nothing like that. It was just that the people were all different and he was like 92, but he looked exactly the same. He added, "Of course, it's my dream, I'm not going to make myself look all old in ugly in my dream."
And I was like, Hhhhhhmmmmm...
It was so funny.
Re: speaking of insane...
Date: Jun. 17th, 2004 08:34 am (UTC)Sometimes I just adore Arthur. He's the epitome of something-or-another around here---haven't quite articulated it to myself, but maybe you have an idea what I mean. Some not particularly business-like eccentric but plenty personable workplace manner, with its own distinct flavor. Like, there's only one Arthur. Without him the funniest thing about MR would be our having a dog---which is cool and all, but not quite so specifically, uh, something-or-another.
Re: speaking of insane...
Date: Jun. 17th, 2004 08:45 am (UTC)He's certainly something...or other. He's one of my favorite things/people about this place. He's like a cool, fresh breeze.
one more thing...
Date: Jun. 17th, 2004 07:08 am (UTC)Re: one more thing...
Date: Jun. 17th, 2004 08:34 am (UTC)(And I must not be a very good copy editor today, cuz I didn't notice any errors reading it!)
Re: one more thing...
Date: Jun. 17th, 2004 08:43 am (UTC)