Loki does that when he barfs. Or farts.
Ion, I've just figured out I bruised the ball of my right foot. From thumping it in frustration against my chair today. Sigh.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Loki does that when he barfs. Or farts.
Ion, I've just figured out I bruised the ball of my right foot. From thumping it in frustration against my chair today. Sigh.
Cheerios: my milk is spoiled so I can't have Cheerios. The cheese on my default nachos didn't melt properly. I checked the bag and indeed, I accidentally bought 2% milk shredded cheese. Which isn't cheese, it's some rubbery Frankenstein cheese-like product. I had to shred a stick of colby-jack over the nachos to make them edible. Freaking waste of money.
I am drinking hard cider on top of that Valium, so I'll be quite relaxed in a moment. Gimme a minute, I have more to say.
Oh! My sister brought me my birthday present early. It's a wonderful maple-veneer coffee table that the top lifts up to the perfect height for typing or eating from the couch, and it has storage in it too! I love it. She bought it at a yard sale in Rhode Island and brought it to me in the back of her SUV. She knows what I like, furniture-wise.
Oh, wow, that sounds amazing!
ETA The table, not the uncooperative dairy products.
All of that has me seriously looking at money saving options for the next 4-5 years. How much can I sock away? How much would I need for various options?
msbelle, may I suggest talking to a financial planner for answers to those questions? Mine is associated with my insurance company, and I don't pay him anything for his (very good) advice. If I buy a product, which he has not pressured me to do, he gets paid on commission. So, it won't cost you anything, and you might get some very helpful advice and further knowledge about what to do about money.
I'm essentially a single 50-something empty-nester, although I didn't have kids that fled the nest; it's just empty. No, it isn't empty; it's full of my stuff and a bunch of cats. I honestly don't see myself ever getting married. My BFF and I talk about buying a place together after her youngest graduates high school, but I honestly don't know if it's more than a fantasy.
I am babbling. Sorry.
I have a financial guy. I have talked with him, just not yet this specific.
It's funny how many of my friends, not all in the same age bracket, are in this place of "what do I do with my life NOW?" We all had our goals - raise our kids, buy a house, move to NYC, get our degree, travel the world, whatever - and now we've done that, or we will soon finish doing it, and we're finding that we didn't have a plan for life after the accomplishing of our goals.
I feel strangely at a loss lately. I'm coming out of what was a decades-long depression (seen clearly only from the backside, alas) in which I focused solely on work and did nothing else of note. Now, I'm feeling like I've misplaced part of myself and I don't know where to look for it.
we didn't have a plan for life after the accomplishing of our goals.
We were studying the hierarchy of needs in a psych class in college, and I asked the prof what you do once you get to the top of the pyramid, and he acted like no one had ever asked that before. Of course, his answer was "start over", which is kind of depressing.
I want my friends to move in to the houses on my little street. Or pool our resources and buy a big house where we all can live without killing each other.
One of those cute apartment blocks that's essentially bungalows around a central courtyard. That's where I want my close friends and I to end up, if we can't manage the Elder Goth retirement mansion.
Zen, I'm glad you're feeling more relaxed.
JZ, I also agree with -t, Ginger, and Zen. You don't owe Rage!Nurse forgiveness. She's done nothing to actually earn your forgiveness.
One of my writing groups, the ones of us who weren't lesbians did not include husbands in this shared daydream of a farmhouse in the mountains, with wide porches all around, and sheltering trees in front for shade, and room for a garden in back. A place where we could do chores on rotation, and that had nooks and landings and places to sit and read, or write, and we'd all come together for dinner, and wine after, while we read to each other, either something we'd written or something we'd read that was worth sharing. It felt very Buffista-like to me, even while we were building our air castle.
Zen, I'm so sorry about the anxiety, but I'm glad your sister was there and able to help. And that table sounds amazing.
msbelle, I am always awed and inspired by your forethought and determination. I love the idea of you bootling around the country for a year or two before you find the place to settle with a friend or two. With maybe wide porches and a place for a garden.
JZ, -t and Ginger said what I wanted to, as well. Whatever you decide, however you feel, it has no impact on her at all. Be the kindest you can be to yourself--she caused you trauma and misery and you endured it long enough. Let go when you can, but don't make yourself miserable trying to before it's time.
Forgive the lack of graceful segue, but Matt, there's a term for that feline behavior, it's called an attack of the poop demons, which apparently reside in or around the litter box and infect the cat while it's performing its toilette, thus causing it to eject itself forcefully from the box in the effort to escape the poop demon.
One of those cute apartment blocks that's essentially bungalows around a central courtyard.
I am so down for this.