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bunnyjadwiga) wrote2005-02-13 08:08 pm
bunnyjadwiga) wrote2005-02-13 08:08 pm
Objects in the Rear View Mirror (may appear closer than they are)
ok, this is personal stuff, so feel free to skip it.
Today is the 11th anniversary of the day when Dad decided to take a walk on the ice on Lake Ontario. (If you don't know the story, ask me to tell it in person. I believe it would lose the amusement value of the funny bits in email.) It is also, officially, the day before Valentine's day and at that, the least sucky one in my life, even if it does involve driving to Harrisburg for a library association committee.
My bosses still think I'm a greebo (as far as I can tell, if I had botox injections and laryngitis right before every meeting that would make them happy) but seem to be under the impression that I might get better this time. I haven't decided. But it means I'm still officially a professional semi-failure.
In the SCA, I'm getting my Laurel in herbalism. Also, i'm running an event in April (please, any gods listening, make it break even!) and... I just heard that I'm cooking for a Royal Progress in June. Just thinking about all this makes me tired, but I guess it also proves that, at the moment, I'm not a failure in the SCA.
My approaching Laurelling has called for a flood of supportive and caring responses from others... sometimes I wondered if I really touched people's lives; I guess I did.
My personal romantic life is complex but is going surprisingly well. I have people who love me, I love them, and we're all reasonably happy and have no more than the usual number of neuroses. This weekend has been filled with magickal, loving moments and that makes me happy.
My friend Dani is back in my life, and the tribe that I struggled so hard to belong to now calls me one of the elders... Other people remain, sadly, out of my life. I work to be less like Desperado: "Many fine things have been laid upon your table, but you only want the ones that you can't get..."
My friends, including my beloved nephews and nieces by love, are mostly healthy and of reasonably sound mind, as is most of my family.
My house looks like the more disgusting views of a real, rodential packrat's residence, but fortunately doesn't smell quite that bad.
My spiritual-religious life lags behind where I would like it to be, but I am coming to terms with who I am and what my relationship with my Higher Power is/will be. My CODA recovery drags slowly along but does progress.
My intellectual life has been fostered by posting things to LJ and belonging to too many email lists. I am way behind on my email and way behind on sleep. My gardening has suffered in recent years, though my cooking and knowledge of pre 18th c. medicine and herbalism has grown, as has my knowledge of their agriculture. I really have a goal of fixing my website's more obvious flaws soon and getting my books in order.
All in all, as Roland would say, "Not so bad..."
Thanks for listening, if you slogged all the way through this...
Today is the 11th anniversary of the day when Dad decided to take a walk on the ice on Lake Ontario. (If you don't know the story, ask me to tell it in person. I believe it would lose the amusement value of the funny bits in email.) It is also, officially, the day before Valentine's day and at that, the least sucky one in my life, even if it does involve driving to Harrisburg for a library association committee.
My bosses still think I'm a greebo (as far as I can tell, if I had botox injections and laryngitis right before every meeting that would make them happy) but seem to be under the impression that I might get better this time. I haven't decided. But it means I'm still officially a professional semi-failure.
In the SCA, I'm getting my Laurel in herbalism. Also, i'm running an event in April (please, any gods listening, make it break even!) and... I just heard that I'm cooking for a Royal Progress in June. Just thinking about all this makes me tired, but I guess it also proves that, at the moment, I'm not a failure in the SCA.
My approaching Laurelling has called for a flood of supportive and caring responses from others... sometimes I wondered if I really touched people's lives; I guess I did.
My personal romantic life is complex but is going surprisingly well. I have people who love me, I love them, and we're all reasonably happy and have no more than the usual number of neuroses. This weekend has been filled with magickal, loving moments and that makes me happy.
My friend Dani is back in my life, and the tribe that I struggled so hard to belong to now calls me one of the elders... Other people remain, sadly, out of my life. I work to be less like Desperado: "Many fine things have been laid upon your table, but you only want the ones that you can't get..."
My friends, including my beloved nephews and nieces by love, are mostly healthy and of reasonably sound mind, as is most of my family.
My house looks like the more disgusting views of a real, rodential packrat's residence, but fortunately doesn't smell quite that bad.
My spiritual-religious life lags behind where I would like it to be, but I am coming to terms with who I am and what my relationship with my Higher Power is/will be. My CODA recovery drags slowly along but does progress.
My intellectual life has been fostered by posting things to LJ and belonging to too many email lists. I am way behind on my email and way behind on sleep. My gardening has suffered in recent years, though my cooking and knowledge of pre 18th c. medicine and herbalism has grown, as has my knowledge of their agriculture. I really have a goal of fixing my website's more obvious flaws soon and getting my books in order.
All in all, as Roland would say, "Not so bad..."
Thanks for listening, if you slogged all the way through this...
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My house doesn't smell bad!!!
You are not a packrat
(I was reading about real packrats in Becky's copy of _Spider_)