Such Sweet Sorrow
My butt’s been dragging lately, folks, and I see the way it is affecting my time here. This pursuit is something that more and more easily gets pushed to the side to make way for other things that are taking up my time, energy, soul, etc. It’s a bummer. And as much as I love to set ginormous goals for myself that can then set me up for failure - woohoo! self-flagellation! - I think it might be better to admit to myself that all things eventually come to an end, even the great things, and that it’s okay to say goodbye.
I’ve talked it over with Ellie, and let her know what I planned. She’s currently in an apartment without internet access - the situation is giving her hives, I’m sure - but she asked me to leave the site up and running so that she can make her imminent return to blogging.
So that’s where things stand, with my Extra-Long-Hiatus-That-Could-Be-More-Like-Retirement-But-Who-Really-Knows? It’s been a privilege meeting and bantering with you all.
Love,
FatGrrl
Fat Friday - Guns
I think I would like to hire this woman as my bodyguard. I wish I felt as strong as she looks. Find more sculptures and paintings of large women by Jed Dougherty here.
Stongwoman by J. Dougherty
Trudging On
I’m really not so good at the waiting game. When there is a crisis I want to know what to do RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW. So sitting on my hands and waiting for the immigration attorney to formulate the game plan is kind of killing me. My Canadian is in a similar funk. But where mine is more anxiety and restlessness, his tends more to the depressive sort that involves a lot of self-pity and wallowing and “I’m gonna go eat worms” hysterics. As you can imagine, listening to it does little else but increase my anxiety and restlessness. This is a bad combination.
I totally know what PhD Smiley would say right now: what about trying some deep breathing?
How about trying to remove my molars with a potato peeler? That seems like it would do about as much good! I feel like an ass for thinking that, but that’s how it is right now.
What about you? What do you do in a crisis? Are you calm and measured, or psychologically catastrophic?
Watching: Lost - Season 5
Reading: “City of Glass” by Cassandra Clare
Playing: Ratchet & Clank Future: A Crack in Time (SO beautiful….)
Lost in Canadia-Land
My Canadian tried to re-enter the country today and return to me after a month-long absence. He got turned back at the border. It feels like someone hit me with a sledgehammer. Once again, I have no idea when I will see him.
Thanks a lot, Universe. That kick to the gut was just what I needed. Thanks.
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