it's a convoluted mess
Three. Years. Three years since a phone call at 8:02 in the morning shattered life as I knew it. Three years since Joe died. In some ways it feels like it was just a couple of months ago. In other ways it feels like a lifetime. Society at large likes to try to dictate how you’re supposed to grieve. How you behave, when you make a public display, and when you should stop because you’re… Keep reading…Three Years.
I’ll continue to be my worst enemy… October. Something, something, the end of the month. One day recently we were in the car, and I was singing along to Fall Out Boy, like I do, and in the middle of Hold Me Like a Grudge, Bob asked, “How long did it take you to learn this song*?” Because, in true Patrick Stump fashion, it is a mouthful. That man is incredibly difficult to keep up… Keep reading…Maxed out like a credit card…
September. Par for the course lately, the end of September. People are celebrating the arrival of fall and I’m sitting here in my air conditioned house looking at another week of eighty-some humid degrees, spitting expletives and rude gestures. FNEH. Bob’s brother, Tommy, is getting married this weekend. Bob is one of the groomsmen so we are involved and we are both already exhausted from the introverts-out-of-their-cave of it all. Every time I look at… Keep reading…Just the other night…
If our marriage was a person, it would be old enough to drive. Which means in November, our relationship will be old enough to vote. When everything feels like it’s spiraling far beyond my control, he brings me back to myself, and keeps that last thread of sanity firmly intact. I took this picture when it was just the two of us wandering around the garden before everyone else arrived for our wedding ceremony. Studying… Keep reading…Sixteen…
August. Or more importantly, it is now the END of August and HALLE-FUKCING-LUJAH for that. Last weekend it was sixy-some degrees out and we turned off the A/C and opened the windows for four days. Then it shot back into the 80’s. Because of course it did. But it’s Labor Day weekend and the temperature is supposed to drop again later in the week and hopefully we won’t have to turn the A/C back on… Keep reading…With a little more time…
July is not my friend. We revisit this tirade every year. I’m stuck in this phase of making these monthly posts out of obligation to my bank account because I pay for this domain and it’s expensive and I hate that it’s sitting here untouched because my brain is barely functional. I want to get back to having fun with dumb experiments here, but fuckitall I do not have the energy. Today I woke up… Keep reading…Getting reckless…