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thepnutgalleryI still woke up at my usual time, helped Julian get ready for work. Unfortunately, I was so tired I initially made his coffee my coffee. He always takes it black, I take mine with a splash of actual coffee in a Splenda & creamer slurry. I'd hoped for a much more productive day, and Julian had even asked me to do laundry but I couldn't quite make that leap. I tried to get my journal updated and found myself similarly blocked. I did, at least, make it for my psychiatrist appointment. He wants to try me on some new fangled anti-depressant, so I'll swing down and pick it up on Monday. I saw I had a few voice messages on my phone, and one of them was Julian. He'd had their mechanic or detail guy look at my tire and there's a nail in it. I texted to thank him and clear the plan - we can just take it in whenever. That does make the schedule & vehicle splitting a bit awkward, just because we've got to find time to take the car. I figured he could take it Monday while I'm working, but stopped myself to check in. Why? Was it just because I hate leaving Lady Miss Friday's side? Laziness? Traced it back. I work from home, so I don't need the car when I'm working (except Tues), and while I could drop him off on a Saturday, that'd be additional fuel spent just so I could be the one to do it. He said that was probably what's been causing the fuel to run out so fast. I know tire pressure can cause a decrease in mpg, but that sounded suspect. Tim had been going to come over in the morning to check the technical equipment for the talk show but rescheduled to 6 pm. Fine by me. I tried to nap next to Lady Miss Friday and while I couldn't sleep, it might as well have been elven reverie. I find her contentment very comforting.
When Julian got home he joined in cleaning, helped me lift the recycling dumpster lid so I could toss it all at once. Dean was in the pool and called to us as we walked back. He was tipsy, but I'm not sure I've ever seen him sober as yet. He mentioned Larry really loves the kids, and would love to have play dates with them, or even sleepovers. Julian and I latched on to the same idea at once: if his kids have a sleepover, or even a planned playdate, Lady Miss Friday can come out of her room. All through the night I was awake and with him, but he kept mentioning that she rarely left her room before his kids got here anyway. 1) While she has always loved her room, she was becoming more comfortable with the rest of the apartment. 2) ) Julian's presence stayed the progress, if it didn't reverse it some. We talked about our relationship and he commented on the amount of stress he's under. Fair, so what can I do? I've apparently been behaving differently towards him recently which might help explain the uptick in him asking if I'm mad or he did something wrong. It was heavy before, likely due to how he was raised, but had been careening out of control lately. He remarked that he wants more affirmations for the work he's done to stand up. I know I'm not very demonstrative or even communicative, despite verbosity and borderline visible emotional intensity, so I made an effort to be a real cheerleader for him in everything to do with his job. Not really sure where that leaves me, tbh. Terry wanted company - I don't think he was this blunt, but bassically asked for company. I declined in the early afternoon because we had things to do, but Julian needed cigarettes & beer from the store, so I figured we could combine the store trip with Terry Time. I do so love efficiency. I realized we needed a Theme for this week's dinner. Next time we'll be better prepared but we decided on Wednesday Wings. We'll batter & fry the Nature's Cutlets because like so many foods, it has less to do with what you're cooking and much more with how you're cooking it. I bought an air fryer for us. I meant to previously, since he got so excited when the topic came up before. The price range on those is astounding. I found one for $30, then found the same one for $10. Hopefully it'll get here before Wednesday.
The trip was actually really nice. He played Kiki on the way there and it was really good to remember that my urge to perform is not linked to anything except existing. The clerk was a bit too invested in protecting Ralph's bottom line, but it worked out. Julian bought his own cigs and a few snacks, including jerky. He asked for help paying before he remembered that I don't buy meat. Except for furkids, of course. He stayed with Terry to run to the dog park or something, I took the groceries in and called Tim. I forgot both my phone and Tim's number, so I couldn't check the time or call him while we were at the store. Not that Tim is well known for his punctuality, but it turned out he had called while we were out. I called him back and he suggested combining the meeting with dinner. But was hoping for delivery or takeout. When I resisted and suggested cooking at home instead, he offered to pay for it and I probably should have called his bluff. Julian texted me that I could just make whatever tonight, he'd eat leftovers from other nights. I paraphrased and explained we were getting delivery. Not DiGiorno. Tim brought snacks but thought I'd have already ordered. I decided on City Dragon because I like their Salt & Pepper Tofu (RIP Mandarin Dynasty), and I do like encouraging non-veg restaurants to be veggier. He checked out the stuff, said the camera was probably the highest quality equipment we had, which isn't really terribly descriptive, but I'm glad something was nearish the stuff we need. He still wants Bluetooth mics, but I can't be trusted to buy them on my own, so he's going to send me the qualifiers and I'll go hunting. Julian was fairly tipsy when he got home, didn't really pay much attention to the food. He talked more about the car but apparently texting isn't a way to get ahold of him anymore, I have to call his work or him if he's out of work. I'll live. He opted to come with when we went to say hi to Pupple, and on the way bet me $5 that I didn't text him about the car. Not that it matter since he hasn't been paid yet, but it's the thought. Pupple was delighted to see me. It probably had been a bit too long. I'll try to keep track better. The walk was lovely, though we saw a straight party happening and the loud noises freaked Pupple out. He's still fragile from the 4th. Tim came back in with us, and pondered aloud whether music is a liferaft or drowning weight for me. A little bit of both, of course, though I find that even when music does bring me down, I usually end up using it also as a coping mechanism to get me through where it helped get me. Does that even make any sense? Julian and I stayed up for a while. There were some awkward moments listening to music, including a 180 then 360 on GAI. I had a moment with the song as well, though mine was just because it was "This Empty Northern Hemisphere" from the 2014 Pickathon. We stayed up much longer than I would have anticipated. It was pretty funny, really, because he emphasized that he wasn't anywhere near as into music as crazy me, but also wanted "just one more" song before he gave control to me - all the Kelly I want! He wanted that "one more" for a couple hours. I love when people love things, and as always, there are a lot worse places for an obsession to go. He mentioned he was hungry and I reminded him of City Dragon. He still opted for his sammich, but later noticed the food himself and dove in. It was adorable seeing him there surrounded by takeout boxes. Felt like a stoner moment, even though he was drunk.
When Julian got home he joined in cleaning, helped me lift the recycling dumpster lid so I could toss it all at once. Dean was in the pool and called to us as we walked back. He was tipsy, but I'm not sure I've ever seen him sober as yet. He mentioned Larry really loves the kids, and would love to have play dates with them, or even sleepovers. Julian and I latched on to the same idea at once: if his kids have a sleepover, or even a planned playdate, Lady Miss Friday can come out of her room. All through the night I was awake and with him, but he kept mentioning that she rarely left her room before his kids got here anyway. 1) While she has always loved her room, she was becoming more comfortable with the rest of the apartment. 2) ) Julian's presence stayed the progress, if it didn't reverse it some. We talked about our relationship and he commented on the amount of stress he's under. Fair, so what can I do? I've apparently been behaving differently towards him recently which might help explain the uptick in him asking if I'm mad or he did something wrong. It was heavy before, likely due to how he was raised, but had been careening out of control lately. He remarked that he wants more affirmations for the work he's done to stand up. I know I'm not very demonstrative or even communicative, despite verbosity and borderline visible emotional intensity, so I made an effort to be a real cheerleader for him in everything to do with his job. Not really sure where that leaves me, tbh. Terry wanted company - I don't think he was this blunt, but bassically asked for company. I declined in the early afternoon because we had things to do, but Julian needed cigarettes & beer from the store, so I figured we could combine the store trip with Terry Time. I do so love efficiency. I realized we needed a Theme for this week's dinner. Next time we'll be better prepared but we decided on Wednesday Wings. We'll batter & fry the Nature's Cutlets because like so many foods, it has less to do with what you're cooking and much more with how you're cooking it. I bought an air fryer for us. I meant to previously, since he got so excited when the topic came up before. The price range on those is astounding. I found one for $30, then found the same one for $10. Hopefully it'll get here before Wednesday.
The trip was actually really nice. He played Kiki on the way there and it was really good to remember that my urge to perform is not linked to anything except existing. The clerk was a bit too invested in protecting Ralph's bottom line, but it worked out. Julian bought his own cigs and a few snacks, including jerky. He asked for help paying before he remembered that I don't buy meat. Except for furkids, of course. He stayed with Terry to run to the dog park or something, I took the groceries in and called Tim. I forgot both my phone and Tim's number, so I couldn't check the time or call him while we were at the store. Not that Tim is well known for his punctuality, but it turned out he had called while we were out. I called him back and he suggested combining the meeting with dinner. But was hoping for delivery or takeout. When I resisted and suggested cooking at home instead, he offered to pay for it and I probably should have called his bluff. Julian texted me that I could just make whatever tonight, he'd eat leftovers from other nights. I paraphrased and explained we were getting delivery. Not DiGiorno. Tim brought snacks but thought I'd have already ordered. I decided on City Dragon because I like their Salt & Pepper Tofu (RIP Mandarin Dynasty), and I do like encouraging non-veg restaurants to be veggier. He checked out the stuff, said the camera was probably the highest quality equipment we had, which isn't really terribly descriptive, but I'm glad something was nearish the stuff we need. He still wants Bluetooth mics, but I can't be trusted to buy them on my own, so he's going to send me the qualifiers and I'll go hunting. Julian was fairly tipsy when he got home, didn't really pay much attention to the food. He talked more about the car but apparently texting isn't a way to get ahold of him anymore, I have to call his work or him if he's out of work. I'll live. He opted to come with when we went to say hi to Pupple, and on the way bet me $5 that I didn't text him about the car. Not that it matter since he hasn't been paid yet, but it's the thought. Pupple was delighted to see me. It probably had been a bit too long. I'll try to keep track better. The walk was lovely, though we saw a straight party happening and the loud noises freaked Pupple out. He's still fragile from the 4th. Tim came back in with us, and pondered aloud whether music is a liferaft or drowning weight for me. A little bit of both, of course, though I find that even when music does bring me down, I usually end up using it also as a coping mechanism to get me through where it helped get me. Does that even make any sense? Julian and I stayed up for a while. There were some awkward moments listening to music, including a 180 then 360 on GAI. I had a moment with the song as well, though mine was just because it was "This Empty Northern Hemisphere" from the 2014 Pickathon. We stayed up much longer than I would have anticipated. It was pretty funny, really, because he emphasized that he wasn't anywhere near as into music as crazy me, but also wanted "just one more" song before he gave control to me - all the Kelly I want! He wanted that "one more" for a couple hours. I love when people love things, and as always, there are a lot worse places for an obsession to go. He mentioned he was hungry and I reminded him of City Dragon. He still opted for his sammich, but later noticed the food himself and dove in. It was adorable seeing him there surrounded by takeout boxes. Felt like a stoner moment, even though he was drunk.
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