November is nearly over. It’s finally cold- I’m freezing my ass off as I sit here in my layers waiting for the heat to come on. Monkey is in the other room feeding his Yuletide film addiction with a Wonderful Life. My car is in the shop for some unknown, but stinky ailment. Hopefully Wrench will call with good news in the morn. There are gifts awaiting wrap. A large metal chicken decorated with lights, affectionately named ‘Beyonce’ (jr)’, on my porch.
“It’s hard putting christmas lights on a chicken.”
The wine in my glass diminishes by the moment and I am still not satisfied~ mainly because it’s not coffee. In trying to be sensible, I am often disappointed. At least in the short run. Must remember the payoff almost always comes later than I’d like. I have no interest whatsoever in Yule decorating this year. (At least at the moment. It’s still November~ might be more into it next month.) I am tired of missing my Bear. We had 4 days off together over Thanksgiving and I loved every moment. (Ok, maybe not the massive headache Saturnday- but all the rest for certain.) I miss all the time we had together when we were both laid off.*
Things will get better. We will have time again. There will be hikes, and deer hunting and breakfast at home. And foolishness. Must remember that. It’s so hard in this moment though.
Anyway. Monkey finished his report on prohibition and presented it yesterday. He wants to do Archery. Come to that, I do too. Must get more info on that. No car puts a kink in the regular plan for Thorsday for us~ we’ll be home in the morn (hopefully off to pick up the car in short order), rather than gallivanting with friends. There is talk of a Coffee shop meeting… I think we’ll miss that one as well since it’s scheduled for one of my work days. Maybe next time.
Working on the design for my next tattoo. What I really need to do is call the artist and sic him on it. Not being the kind of high caliber artist I’d like to be, I’ll need him to do it for me. Hope it turns out as I’d like. Told Bear he could get me more ink for Yule. He just smiled.
*Yes, I am aware that this is blasphemous in America at this time. I don’t care.