~The Monkey boy is having friend troubles. He’s discovering that not all friends are created equal, and not all are true. This makes me sad for him. It also points up how lazy I have become with my own friends. I need to make some calls and catch up. Have some folks out for dinner. We’re planning a Halloween party again this year, and I’ve been less than enthusiastic (read: apathetic) in my prep. Part of it is that I have such limited time with Bear right now, I don’t want to share him or be distracted from my time with him. He’s still apprenticing with the Wave at the ink shop as well as working full time at the Job, and I miss our previous level of free time together. Still, friends are so important. Those connections… well, they matter. When they fray and wear away it’s sad. I will make more effort to be a better friend.
~I came out of the gate with the best intentions post school. Alas, I’ve been in the doldrums regarding my practice. I still haven’t gotten sorted a location, or a plan. Frankly, I’m feeling pretty crappy about the whole thing. It’s all very- now I’ve waited and fucked it all up- and melodrama in my head. Meanwhile, my logical brain can only look on, shaking her head gently and knowing that eventually I’ll get my shit together. No telling how long it will take though. Feh.
~Went to a wedding today for a friend (see, not totally neglecting my friends!) who is a huge geek. It was sweet, and I’m very happy for them. It was also a bit like being at the renaissance fair- so in the future when I ask what the dress code is for an event, I’ll take them seriously if they say “corsets and kilts”! Have to say that I much prefer the tartan kilt to the utilikilt, although with all those pockets I can absolutely see why they’re popular. I’d get a kick out of seeing Bear wear one, although I think there’s about an icecube’s chance in hell of it actually happening. Anyway, a good time was had by many and gluten free wedding cake, properly made, is quite tasty.
~I’m rereading IT, by Stephen King at the moment. It’s one of my comfort reads- when the world doesn’t make sense, I sit and let S.K. tell me the story of how kids beat the monster against all odds. A good reminder that things come out in the wash. I wonder if The Stand mighn’t be more appropriate given recent news about Ebola…. Heh.
~At this moment I have a warm dog in my lap, tea brewing, my fellas home for the night, and dinner in the oven. Life is good.