Timelies all!
Being in the house all the time wouldn't be so bad if it was just me and Gary, but adding the ADHD preschooler who frequently has meltdowns is a lot to deal with.
'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
Timelies all!
Being in the house all the time wouldn't be so bad if it was just me and Gary, but adding the ADHD preschooler who frequently has meltdowns is a lot to deal with.
I've basically been practicing social isolation my whole life. This is my time.
Our next door neighbor has decided that the best pasttime for his isolation is chainsaw carving. I'm not making this up.
Oh no, ND! Even if he makes you a nice carving, not soothing at all.
He cut down a bunch of trees in his yard, and is apparently now carving the stumps into chairs, and other things. This has been going on for at least a week.
When I moved from my last house the new owner took down a mango tree that was probably near 100 years old. My former neighbor took some of the beautiful wood and made a bowl for me from it. It took months after the tree was felled, something to do with aging the wood or something. Bowl is super pretty though.
Same, DXM. It's like I've come home.
I've basically been practicing social isolation my whole life. This is my time.
Oh yes.
I have four roommates.
(And a bonus my-girlfriend-has-moved-in-for-the-quarantine-and-I-never-said-a-word roommate. At least she's stopped moving back and forth since she got furloughed.)
It's a good-sized house, but other than going for walks and the occasional food errand I haven't been alone in almost a month. It's making me a little crazy. At the risk of going full-hippie, I feel them around me all the time.
Under the stairs, while everybody else is at Prom. Wait, where did all these people come from, under my stairs?
Yay for pandemic sangria. The New version of 'make lemonade'.
Also yay for Whedonverse syncretism. I didn't know there was a name for it.
his monologue is not very internal
I long for the days when I too knew the love of a laconic man. "In your head, honey. You're narrating your life again."