errands have been run. 1 more cart full of stuff out of my house and groceries only back in. good times. now to cook some food for the week.
after basically no issues all vacation, today mac is being a giant pill. he is refusing to do anything but watch tv and I think he's eating candy.
I am ignoring him as long as he lets me do what I need to. He has built a fort out of pillows because he is "still mad at you". After a while I am going to want the tv though, since this is my last day of vaca and I have a week's worth of shows to catch up on.
It's the engine block. Car is useless.
I'm scrambling now to find boxes to put all the car crap into them, and make the 2:15 bus out of Bakersfield to SF. (The last bus.)
Box-ma please.
It's the engine block. Car is useless.
Fuck. I'm sorry. Much box-ma for you now and car-ma for the future.
Oh David, what a hideous experience. I have no remedy to offer, but I'm sending all hopes that a good alterative appears.
H was 23, I was 20. We probably should have divorced at least twice from then to now, and would have had we both not been stubbornly, some would say self-destructively or non-self-supportively, committed. But we were and we are, and it has been horrible and glorious and he's the best possible friend I could ever have, the most infuriating companion, the dearest and most compassionate. It works. We work.
Sorry, David. Good luck getting to SF.
Maybe ask at the hotel or bar for even garbage bags?
David - that's just crappy. Lots of bus and packing~ma to you.
Two completely unrelated things to say:
One, that truly sucks, Hec. I'm sending box-ma, but I think a bit of new car-ma would be useful.
Two, I love the way you see your life, Beverly. I hope one day to be as wise as you.
Sorry, Hec. I hope you find a workable solution.
