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Imprompteau
Sep. 1st, 2007 05:19 pmThis week, except for one day, was sort of an imprompteau vacation. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greensinger is here, staying with us for a couple of days, and then once I move hopefully for awhile longer, cause he's an awesome bike permaculturalist-type person and I need more permaculture people in my life.
I've been pacing-down, easy enough to do when you're not working, and so today was mostly farmer's market and tidying the yard, mowing the lawn, etc. Last night I got the most fabulous massage which hurt like nobody's business (I don't usually make involuntary pain noises, and I don't know that I've ever experienced my diaphragm shaking when I tried to breathe before) but which let me sleep for ten hours sleep and this morning my head moves like... well, I hadn't realised it didn't turn freely before, but now it does.
Ten hours of sleep is the most amazing thing in the world, except for my stash of multicioloured peppers and green zebra tomatoes from the farmer's market, the fact that GRAPES ARE NOW IN SEASON, and my several dozen ripening nectarines. Next week I buy a case of grapes- cause the nectarines will be eaten by then.
Went for a walk along Wreck beach around the outside curve yesterday for awhile with Greensinger, and it was pretty fantastic. I love the shoreline. It's so disconnected from the rest of the city. Last night was more chillin'. Tonight is the Devendra Banhart concert, and tomorrow is more chillin' again, topped with a delightful chewy treat in the evening.
I spent more time talking out living situation stuff with Bob, and realised that sometime a couple of years ago I just gave up on communicating in relationships, thus my recent my-way-or-the-highway relationship style. It was a really good talk, and I think I'm healing from whatever it was that caused the problem in the first place. I got the "at some indeterminate time in the future I'm gonna have to run away and become a permaculturalist who grows food outside a city" and he got out his "I may run away to become a musician" and we settled on being happy with what works now, but not worrying too much. I feel a lot lighter. Now the issue of living together is easier to discuss, and to work with. I can also stop feeling guilty when people with permacultural leanings pique my interest - and there are a fair number of those around lately, w00t! - because there's no false pretense of 'I'll never leave you to be with someone else' around those people. Bob and I never had the 'I'll never leave you conversation', mind, but society is a powerful force in creating that sort of assumption.
I've had two potential roommate situations come up, which is fascinating given that these are both people who know about my rats. Not that I'm precisely looking for a roommate, but you know, it's encouraging to know things are out there. Notice has been given here in an amicable manner.
I am happy. I am having vegetarian moussaka made for me for dinner. People love me. I have beautiful tasty food. I was outside today and yesterday. Everything smells like fresh grass. My rats are super-fantastic. Soon I will live somewhere wonderful.
Mrrr.
greensinger is here, staying with us for a couple of days, and then once I move hopefully for awhile longer, cause he's an awesome bike permaculturalist-type person and I need more permaculture people in my life.I've been pacing-down, easy enough to do when you're not working, and so today was mostly farmer's market and tidying the yard, mowing the lawn, etc. Last night I got the most fabulous massage which hurt like nobody's business (I don't usually make involuntary pain noises, and I don't know that I've ever experienced my diaphragm shaking when I tried to breathe before) but which let me sleep for ten hours sleep and this morning my head moves like... well, I hadn't realised it didn't turn freely before, but now it does.
Ten hours of sleep is the most amazing thing in the world, except for my stash of multicioloured peppers and green zebra tomatoes from the farmer's market, the fact that GRAPES ARE NOW IN SEASON, and my several dozen ripening nectarines. Next week I buy a case of grapes- cause the nectarines will be eaten by then.
Went for a walk along Wreck beach around the outside curve yesterday for awhile with Greensinger, and it was pretty fantastic. I love the shoreline. It's so disconnected from the rest of the city. Last night was more chillin'. Tonight is the Devendra Banhart concert, and tomorrow is more chillin' again, topped with a delightful chewy treat in the evening.
I spent more time talking out living situation stuff with Bob, and realised that sometime a couple of years ago I just gave up on communicating in relationships, thus my recent my-way-or-the-highway relationship style. It was a really good talk, and I think I'm healing from whatever it was that caused the problem in the first place. I got the "at some indeterminate time in the future I'm gonna have to run away and become a permaculturalist who grows food outside a city" and he got out his "I may run away to become a musician" and we settled on being happy with what works now, but not worrying too much. I feel a lot lighter. Now the issue of living together is easier to discuss, and to work with. I can also stop feeling guilty when people with permacultural leanings pique my interest - and there are a fair number of those around lately, w00t! - because there's no false pretense of 'I'll never leave you to be with someone else' around those people. Bob and I never had the 'I'll never leave you conversation', mind, but society is a powerful force in creating that sort of assumption.
I've had two potential roommate situations come up, which is fascinating given that these are both people who know about my rats. Not that I'm precisely looking for a roommate, but you know, it's encouraging to know things are out there. Notice has been given here in an amicable manner.
I am happy. I am having vegetarian moussaka made for me for dinner. People love me. I have beautiful tasty food. I was outside today and yesterday. Everything smells like fresh grass. My rats are super-fantastic. Soon I will live somewhere wonderful.
Mrrr.
