Behold, the pink-trimmed tree.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
My nemisis
I have not had a good mail order day.
This is my bath caddy that I have waited for. It fell apart in the box before it even got to my tub. The glue that held the small wooden pieces in place came loose. Or the overworked Chinese child that assembled it didn't put enough glue on it. The holes that were pre-drilled to accomodate the candle and wine holders weren't big enough. Then there are the issues wth my tub.
The far edge is too shallow to properly hold that side. The sink vanity doesn't allow the caddy to be pushed to the drain side of the tub, which means the caddy has to sit in the middle. I had to "swim" to the far side to get my shampoo. I came up too early and hit my head on the caddy. It reminded me of learning to swim under the waves this summer. Scary.
This was after a long day, the worst of which was realizing that the pink camera case I bought for my camera won't arrive today becaue FedEx won't deliver it unless I am there to receive it. But I am at work. They tell me that I can go to the FedEx port to pick it up. But if I had time to do that, I would go to Office Depot ( from whence it came) and just buy it. I convinved the FedEx lady to send it to my work, but it will be x-rayed and checked for bombs first at the studio mail center, so there will be a delay.
Mail order is supposed to make things easier.
This is my bath caddy that I have waited for. It fell apart in the box before it even got to my tub. The glue that held the small wooden pieces in place came loose. Or the overworked Chinese child that assembled it didn't put enough glue on it. The holes that were pre-drilled to accomodate the candle and wine holders weren't big enough. Then there are the issues wth my tub.
The far edge is too shallow to properly hold that side. The sink vanity doesn't allow the caddy to be pushed to the drain side of the tub, which means the caddy has to sit in the middle. I had to "swim" to the far side to get my shampoo. I came up too early and hit my head on the caddy. It reminded me of learning to swim under the waves this summer. Scary.
This was after a long day, the worst of which was realizing that the pink camera case I bought for my camera won't arrive today becaue FedEx won't deliver it unless I am there to receive it. But I am at work. They tell me that I can go to the FedEx port to pick it up. But if I had time to do that, I would go to Office Depot ( from whence it came) and just buy it. I convinved the FedEx lady to send it to my work, but it will be x-rayed and checked for bombs first at the studio mail center, so there will be a delay.
Mail order is supposed to make things easier.
Thanksgiving
Everyone wore their paper hat that came with the Christmas Crackers. I know, it's not Christmas, but no one has Christmas dinner anymore. It's all about Thanksgiving. And the jokes were actually kinda funny this year:
"What type of sweet swings through the jungle?"
"Tarzipan!"
They must have hired joke writers at the cracker factory this year.
"What type of sweet swings through the jungle?"
"Tarzipan!"
They must have hired joke writers at the cracker factory this year.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
O Tannenbaum
As has been custom for the last few years, at least the ones in which I was in this country for the end of November, I have put up Christmas decorations right after Thanksgiving. This year, I was determined to keep that tradition even though everything else in my life is on a brand new schedule.
On Sunday, I set up the aluminum tree I purchased off ebay just before they became fashionable. The original box is really showing signs of wear and tear and I wonder how many more Chirstmases it will hold up. The tree itself is in no better shape, some branches are saggy and some of the aluminum "needles" are so bent out of shape, it looks more sad than festive. But once the tree was up, it looked fine.
Last night, I decorated the tree with newly purchased PINK clear ornaments. I couldn't have been happier to find a large selection of baubles in my favorite color. I mulled some wine and enlisted the help of New Boyfriend. I was enthralled with what his artistic contributions might be to my delightfully pink confection. I was not disappointed. His eye for composition resulted in a beautifully decorated tree that I am quite proud of. As Let It Snow played in the background for the eighth time by the fourth singer, it occurred to me that there are only about a dozen Christmas songs that play in heavy rotation at my house each year. Sure there are different variations by different singers from different eras, but there hasn't really been any decent additions to the Christmas collection since the 50's, Chipmunks notwithstanding.
I'm also disregarding Country Music, since I tend to disregard it altogether. That genre seems to find a way to make Christmas sappy and maudlin every year with some new addition to the cache involving dying children, dying parents and not enough money for a last Christmas present before he/she dies.
My New Boyfriend was raised in Switzerland, which I assume makes him privy to all sorts of Christmas music I never learned at Park Avenue Baptist Church. I should have him sing O Tannenbaum to me. In German. There must be some other songs from EuroChristmas. St Nick? Father Christmas? Isn't there some type of an anti-Santa that threatens children when they are bad? Doesn't he have a theme song?
It's November 28th and I can't get Sleigh Ride out of my head.
On Sunday, I set up the aluminum tree I purchased off ebay just before they became fashionable. The original box is really showing signs of wear and tear and I wonder how many more Chirstmases it will hold up. The tree itself is in no better shape, some branches are saggy and some of the aluminum "needles" are so bent out of shape, it looks more sad than festive. But once the tree was up, it looked fine.
Last night, I decorated the tree with newly purchased PINK clear ornaments. I couldn't have been happier to find a large selection of baubles in my favorite color. I mulled some wine and enlisted the help of New Boyfriend. I was enthralled with what his artistic contributions might be to my delightfully pink confection. I was not disappointed. His eye for composition resulted in a beautifully decorated tree that I am quite proud of. As Let It Snow played in the background for the eighth time by the fourth singer, it occurred to me that there are only about a dozen Christmas songs that play in heavy rotation at my house each year. Sure there are different variations by different singers from different eras, but there hasn't really been any decent additions to the Christmas collection since the 50's, Chipmunks notwithstanding.
I'm also disregarding Country Music, since I tend to disregard it altogether. That genre seems to find a way to make Christmas sappy and maudlin every year with some new addition to the cache involving dying children, dying parents and not enough money for a last Christmas present before he/she dies.
My New Boyfriend was raised in Switzerland, which I assume makes him privy to all sorts of Christmas music I never learned at Park Avenue Baptist Church. I should have him sing O Tannenbaum to me. In German. There must be some other songs from EuroChristmas. St Nick? Father Christmas? Isn't there some type of an anti-Santa that threatens children when they are bad? Doesn't he have a theme song?
It's November 28th and I can't get Sleigh Ride out of my head.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Purgatory
Last Saturday, a bunch of work friends went to Bar Sinister, a local Goth bar for the weekend warrior type of Goth, not the lifestyle Goth. I had my photo taken. You can view it with a lot of other interesting works here.
All in all it was a fun night. I'll never wear the 6" boots again. I didn't get to dance at all. I barely was even to stand at the end of the evening. Good thing there are lots of places to sit!!!!!
Pictures from the bar will be here.
Look for Nov 4.
All in all it was a fun night. I'll never wear the 6" boots again. I didn't get to dance at all. I barely was even to stand at the end of the evening. Good thing there are lots of places to sit!!!!!
Pictures from the bar will be here.
Look for Nov 4.
Friday, November 10, 2006
I have a real date.
I have been asked out on a proper date.
What makes this so unique is that I cannot remember the last time I was asked on a date. I have always done the asking. When I was in High School, a girls Catholic school...insert fantasy here, we had to ask boys since they weren't around. We had to go and find them. Find them we did at the boys school. I prefered MBA, Montgomery Bell Academy, supposed inspiration for Dead Poets Society. Some prefered Father Ryan, but I found the persistant chewing tobacco and brass knuckles to be off putting. I fell in love with Ed Brown at MBA. I did a play with Ed at MBA, went to concerts with him and was even in a band with him. And I did ask him out, but as he put it, "My girlfriend wouldn't be too happy about that." Much later, years later, I finally caught him between girlfriends. I lived in Chicago at the time. I traveled down to visit him in Nashville and stayed in his beautiful turn of the century house. It was magical. I instigated everything on that trip, as I remember. What I didn't instigate was his complete denial that anything ever happened. Ah well.
I asked Russ out on our first date. I asked him out again. I asked him to move to a new town. I asked him to marry me. I always do the asking because I don't like to wait. And I have no shame.
And so I have been asked. I said yes. I think I like being asked.
What makes this so unique is that I cannot remember the last time I was asked on a date. I have always done the asking. When I was in High School, a girls Catholic school...insert fantasy here, we had to ask boys since they weren't around. We had to go and find them. Find them we did at the boys school. I prefered MBA, Montgomery Bell Academy, supposed inspiration for Dead Poets Society. Some prefered Father Ryan, but I found the persistant chewing tobacco and brass knuckles to be off putting. I fell in love with Ed Brown at MBA. I did a play with Ed at MBA, went to concerts with him and was even in a band with him. And I did ask him out, but as he put it, "My girlfriend wouldn't be too happy about that." Much later, years later, I finally caught him between girlfriends. I lived in Chicago at the time. I traveled down to visit him in Nashville and stayed in his beautiful turn of the century house. It was magical. I instigated everything on that trip, as I remember. What I didn't instigate was his complete denial that anything ever happened. Ah well.
I asked Russ out on our first date. I asked him out again. I asked him to move to a new town. I asked him to marry me. I always do the asking because I don't like to wait. And I have no shame.
And so I have been asked. I said yes. I think I like being asked.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
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I worked todat from 9am to 9:30pm. Then I had to pick up some groceries. For some reason, I thought it was a good idea to get a home waxing kit. As if I would proceed home and do a quick Brazilian. I got home and there were dishes stacked in the sink, the garbage bins needed to be pulled from the street and I hauled in the iMac from whence I type, with a newly restored power module. At this point, I'm halucinating. I think the cat has an attitude (he does) and that there are children in the back yard (there aren't.) I just finished my list of things I want to keep that I have to take into therpay tomorrow, or rather collective bargining. My list has 5 items, most of which came from my mom and live in the kitchen. Things are things and therefore replaceable. I don't think I'm going to run tomorrow. I'm exhausted. But I'm here typing and waiting to hear a certain voice.........
Friday, November 03, 2006
Cha Cha Cha Changes
"Turn and face the strange..."
And so here I am. Alone.
There may have been an absence of information about Russ lately. Or perhaps ever in the history of this blog. Perhaps that was on purpose, I don't really know. But it was. And there has been an absece of blog all together for quite a few weeks. And I can now report to you that there was a pattern.
After Duncan died, there was no longer any reason for the McGarrys to maintain the niceties that had filled up our daily existance. I came to the conclusion after weeks of soul searching that I was no longer in love with Russ. That we had in fact fallen into some fairly toxic patterns and that we needed help. We went to therapy.
Jose Cohen turned out to be a dream of a therapist. We are both still seeing him weekly. And with his guidence, we decided to separate. Russ moved out. He now lives in Silver Lake near all his friends. He seems very happy and I am happy for him. He even has a date Saturday!
I am quietly trying to fluff up the house to my liking while spending some quality time with my new friend, whom you will meet in a future episode. I am both terrified and elated. What a wild ride.
And so here I am. Alone.
There may have been an absence of information about Russ lately. Or perhaps ever in the history of this blog. Perhaps that was on purpose, I don't really know. But it was. And there has been an absece of blog all together for quite a few weeks. And I can now report to you that there was a pattern.
After Duncan died, there was no longer any reason for the McGarrys to maintain the niceties that had filled up our daily existance. I came to the conclusion after weeks of soul searching that I was no longer in love with Russ. That we had in fact fallen into some fairly toxic patterns and that we needed help. We went to therapy.
Jose Cohen turned out to be a dream of a therapist. We are both still seeing him weekly. And with his guidence, we decided to separate. Russ moved out. He now lives in Silver Lake near all his friends. He seems very happy and I am happy for him. He even has a date Saturday!
I am quietly trying to fluff up the house to my liking while spending some quality time with my new friend, whom you will meet in a future episode. I am both terrified and elated. What a wild ride.
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