I came across this during my reading today…very interesting. I can go thru the list of toxic traits, most of which I am in control of until triggered by some reminder of a past incident, and they all resonate with me. For almost a decade and a half I kept myself in tight check, then I went wild for a few years, acting out because of all I was denied, seeking it elsewhere. Then I settled, did some work on myself, accidently fell in love and it was great for almost 2 years, then one of my old things was triggered, actually 2 of them, and I lost it momentarily. I know it’s going to happen, now I just need to learn new ways of handling it without lashing out at others. This is a great article!!!
I’m sorry, but it’s true. My toxic traits? Well for starters, I solve every heartache by eating my weight in sweets. I also have this habit of lying to myself when it comes to wine. I tell myself I’ll only have a glass. But let’s face it, it’s never really just one glass. I don’t […]
Here in the USA the news reporters are talking about the “national anxiety” level most nights, kind of in addition to the weather report.
It’s torture to listen to the daily news now. We suffer not only from high anxiety, but also from Trump fatigue. You cannot escape it. He’s managed to turn our lives upside down.
Many people choose not to watch news because it stresses us out. I completely understand that perspective, but myself, I HAVE to watch. I HAVE to know what the hell is going on so that I am prepared and ready as things get worse – and unfortunately the situation with our current fake President will get worse; he will continue his path of destruction and stoke more and more hate. We must be prepared and we must continue to band together and fight against this corrupt administration and take our country back. It will take decades to heal and repair the damage done, but we must do it regardless of the discomfort and pain we will experience.
My girlfriend asks me what she can do. She’s a super busy woman, raising a special needs child and running her own practice. It’s difficult for her to find the time to take care of everything she must do as it is. So, for her and others who may have little time I am going to lay out a few things they CAN do that will require minimal time and effort, but will make an impact and keep the wheels of Democracy turning for the future of our Republic.
Join (and financially support as you are able) one, or three groups fighting for causes that you believe in. Whether it be voicing your opinion on women’s reproductive rights by supporting your local Planned Parenthood – or one in a state or locality where it is badly needed.
Some you may want to consider are:
Planned Parenthood Action Fund. From the White House to the Supreme Court, our basic rights are at risk. Defend reproductive health and rights wherever they’re under attack. Defending Women’s Rights. Women’s Health & Rights. Act. No Matter What. Fighting Extremist Laws. Types: Birth Control, Health Care Equality, Voting Rights. Link
Human Rights Campaign. The Human Rights Campaign represents a force of more than 3 million members and supporters nationwide. As the largest national lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and queer civil rights organization, HRC envisions a world where LGBTQ people are ensured of their basic equal rights, and can be open, honest and safe at home, at work and in the community. Visit them and join at HRC.org
Planned Parenthood – Official SitePlanned Parenthood Federation of America is a nonprofit organization that provides sexual health care in the United States and globally.
Democratic National Committee – find your local office and volunteer, write letters, send emails and texts to your representatives. They provide many templates and ideas.
Moms Demand Action working to end gun violence. This is a FAVORITE of mine, dear to my heart. Join this group, please! They are holding “August Recess Rally” around the country on August 18th – in hundreds of cities in all 50 states. They are the strongest anti-gun organization right now. The group started after the Sandyhook murders. Even if you don’t go to their rallies, at least you will know what’s happening with common sense gun reform around the country.
What else can we each do to help our country fight corruption, racism, homophobia, xenophobia, transphobia and to make America the safe, loving, receptive space for all of us???
Local elections are important to YOU and government STARTS at the local level.
Get to know your local representatives, Congressmen/women, Sentators, county reps, Mayors, Govenors, and those with political clout in your own state, county and city. Your state, county and town/city NEED you and WANT to hear your voice! If you don’t like how things are done where you live – change it! Become a candidate, join a campaign, volunteer, write and email your reps, get to KNOW their stances/positions on the issues like reproductive rights, gun reform, immigration, jobs, climate change, preservation of our national parks, and corporate welfare programs. Without our voices telling them what we want they are left to their own devices -which is NEVER good!!!
Yard signs, bumper stickers, posters in the workplace, etc. are all good things to do as well. Use your social media accounts to let us know you are concerned; you care and you are mad as hell that things have gotten to this point. You don’t have to post political stuff all the time like I do quite often, but maybe put a VoteBlue2020 hashtag on some posts, use interesting backgrounds that you can often get from the above sites. Be creative.
So, my “list” is just a smattering of what is out there. I will update this as time goes on, but I wanted to get this post up and hopefully help some of you get more involved without too much stress. The above are all good, solid organizations working for the good of America and all of us. Even if you don’t have a lot of time once you check out a site, sign up for their alerts and for them to send you information to keep you up to date on the important issues you can pick and choose what is feasible for you to do and become part of the solution to ending the insanity here in the USA.
Not everyone is cut out to follow and participate in politics like I am. And some of us, like me, are FURIOUS with the destruction taking place with Trump and his cronies in office. I don’t expect everyone to be as involved as I am, but you should KNOW the basics of what’s happening – before it’s too late. And you MUST vote!!! Always be aware of when and where your polling place IN YOUR AREA!!! Register to vote, if you are not already registered. And if you are a woman, did you know that if EVERY woman in America voted we could RULE this country EASILY. That’s a FACT.
Basically, just be a little bit more aware. Try not to stress yourself out, but don’t be complacent either. Do what you are ABLE to do and know that that’s enough. Leave the harder stuff for those of us who are crazy enough and have enough time on our hands to DO the footwork and the harder things. We are all in this together. Support each other, love each other and know that we CAN change things. Be a pebble in the pond…cause ripples that may just turn into gigantic waves!
Vote Democratic in the 2020 election. #VOTEBlue2020 !!!
I do hope that this resonates with you and helps those looking to become more involved. I’m always looking for more good suggestions / actions. So, if you want drop me a line at MainelyButch@yahoo.com or OneAngryAmerican2019@yahoo.com I would love to hear from other politically active women and about your local hot-button issues.
Peace ~ and remember…ALWAYS BE KIND! ~ MainelyButch aka Ang
I’m heavily involved with a woman in a very long-distance relationship. I am madly in love with my woman and i believe the feeling is mutual for her as well. We met about 18 months ago online and hit it off very quickly. Neither of us were looking for any sort of “relationship” like the one that has taken us both by major surprise! I am super happy being with her; being around her and just having her in my life in whatever ways I can manage to make that happen.
She works especially hard at keeping us in tight contact and in visiting me as much as she possibly can manage. She also has an almost 4 yr old daughter who requires major amounts of her time and energy. It’s been really terrific how she has allowed me to fit into her busy life; welcoming me into her heart and her home.
At the beginning of this month I took a flight down to Texas to spend 5 days with her and the little one, in their space and learning about how their lives go and what they like to do.I have to say that it was the most relaxing and awesome 5 days for me. She treats me so incredibly good. I don’t know what good deed I did that brought this major good karma to me in the form of her and her love for me, but whatever it was I hope I keep doing it! I truly do not want this to ever end. Ever.
I could see myself completely in a full-time daily relationship with this woman very, very easily and I believe I would absolutely love every minute of it – like I love every minute I spend with her. The electricity between us in high-voltage for sure. She is definitely my Kryptonite.
The most difficult thing for me is the distance and the communication at times. I miss the things that can only be had in a closer vicinity relationship, like daily kisses, dinner together and discussing our days, sleeping next to the one I love the most in this world and waking up next to her in the morning. These are the things you give up when you agree to a long-distance relationship. What makes them easier for me is that when we ARE together everything is so very important; every moment, every second counts twice as much. I find that I cannot fill my vision with enough of her and her smile, her eyes and those sexy lips so I am often staring at her alot when we are together. I value our time in the presence of one another more than anything. And it’s very hard when we again have to go our separate ways and back to the lives we live daily without each other’s physical presence and touch.
I have said in the past that I wouldn’t do another LDR, but I was swept off my path by the entry of this incredible woman into my life. We started by just innocently talking online, by email and then by messenger. One thing lead to another and we began Skyping – which is a terrific way to get to know someone from a distance in my opinion. I found myself very drawn to her; moreso every time we spoke and every time I saw her beautiful face on my computer screen or her name come up in my messenger on my phone. I got excited to hear from her, even the smallest things I wanted to know about her and wanted to talk to her about. I love that she is super smart and very dedicated to her daughter, her job and her life in Texas. I love that she has somehow found ways to make time to fit me into that picture as well. She means the whole world to me.
I don’t usually connect with women who contact me online looking to date or hook up. It’s a sketchy thing to me. I don’t trust people and I am a miser with my time and energy. When she contacted me I didn’t realize it would result in major feelngs and changes in my life. I didn’t realize it would lead to a deep and growing love and passion beyond expectations, but it did and I am extremely happy that it has worked out this way.
We’ve been doing this long-distance thing now for about 16 months…We have managed to see one another every 6-8 weeks since the beginning. We did just extended that and went almost 3 months without any face-to-face time and it was EVILLY HARD!!! We decided we didn’t like that at all and are going to try to stick closer to the six to eight week schedule that worked better for us. I just hope we can keep it working on that schedule somehow.
I know I give up a lot by choosing long-distance love. Some days I want someone who is right here with me, who wakes up with me and has morning coffee and sleepy chat. It’s harder just being alone all the time. No one to depend on, no one to share with, no one to notice things and no one to understand the days. I’ve contemplated a more poly arrangement, but I don’t believe a substitute in my bed would really workout very well. Plus, finding a woman who would be amendable to that type of arrangement would be a tad more difficult. No, I know who has my heart and who I want in my bed. Enough said.
We each choose to be exactly where we are at this moment simply by doing the things we have done and continue to do. That is our reality.
Yesterday was December 1st, which is designated as “World AIDS Day”. This year was the 30 year marker for observance of this day. HIV and AIDS have been around long before this day was designated to bring the crisis to front-mind awareness.
I was diagnosed in August of 1993. I had been in a “no-risk” space at that point for approximately 3+ years…so, I was infected in the late 80’s. I actually am one of the rare few who know exactly when and where I was exposed to the Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV). It was a one-time share of a needle, which was very out of character for me, but it happened due to the situation at that moment. I don’t know if it’s “good” or “bad” that I actually know my infection route. I guess it’s good in the sense that I never wonder “how” I got the virus. Yet, it’s bad in the sense that it makes me “blame” someone else in some ways, when it actually was entirely my choice to share that night and thus my own fault. I have always worked to take responsibility for my own actions and I made a split second choice that night that was the wrong choice and thus changed my life – or at the very least altered the trajectory. We never know what’s going to be handed to us in our lives, we just never know.
In the 1990’s I lost quite a few friends in the height of the AIDS epidemic. Prior to knowing my own positive status I was working with local organizations to spread prevention information. In the summer of 1992 there was a March on Washington (I’m sure that many of you remember) and it was one of the very last times that the AIDS Quilt was displayed in it’s entirety on the Mall in Washington DC. I was there that day; I walked the quilt with my best friend, Nancy. I was moved to tears over and over that day. Each of those panel represented someone’s life. Each panel is 3 ‘x 6’ in size, representing the basic size of a coffin. Every panel was handmade by someone who loved that person or even a group of people would together make a memorial panel. There was something cathartic in the whole scene.
I vividly remember sitting down on one of the benches on the edge of the Mall with Nancy, taking in the enormity of the display. It covered the whole Washington Mall. Quite the feat of volunteerism to get it displayed with huge amounts of care and dignity shown by all of them. The quilt idea was borne of Cleve Jone’s incredible mind. It’s called The Names Project and is still in operation today. The quilt now travels in smaller displays around the country. I’m not sure how big it would be to be once again displayed in it’s entirety. I highly recommend that you visit the Quilt’s page and take some time to look it all over, reflect, learn and NEVER FORGET.
The display that day brought my mind very close to beginning to think about getting tested myself. Up to that point I had not sought out testing for myself. I naively figured that since I hadn’t been using illicit injection drugs for over 3 yrs. and I hadn’t been sexually promiscuous with anyone who I thought of at that time as a risk, that I couldn’t possibly have gotten infected. That was pretty standard thinking at that time. We have learned so much since! I recall having a physical reaction as I walked through the miles of panels and I shudder to think that now the Quilt has more than doubled in size. It still gets displayed, in partial displays, around the world.
So, that was the beginning of me thinking about getting tested. Finally in July of 93 I got pneumonia and my then therapist urged me to get tested; just so I would at least know if there was any chance I had been exposed during my drugging days. So, in mid-August I visited the Feminine Health Center. I was paired up with a great counselor, Assiah, who interviewed me in-depth about my history and possible risk factors. Then we drew blood and it was sent out to the lab for testing. The whole process I remember cost me $25. But in my mind I was going to come back negative and those who kept urging me to get tested would shut up. The tests at that time took 2 weeks to process and you had to go back in person to receive your results. On Aug. 31, 1993 I went back for my results.
I was taken into the private discussion room by Assiah. She quickly closed the door, spun around and said “You’re positive.” then burst into tears. I stood there stunned. I didn’t know what the fuck to do at that point. She was obviously upset at having to tell me this news. Come to find out, as she told me later, she had never had to inform a woman of a positive outcome before, only men. And the fact that I was lesbian and was HIV+ was very unique. Lesbians are known to be in the least-risk group for infection and were usually on the front-lines of care and prevention.
I remember sitting down and putting my head in my hands. I was super confused. I felt like I had literally been gut punched and was gasping for air. There was now an expiration date stamped on my forehead. Fuck. I knew this was not going to be a good experience; nope, not good. I asked for a second test and had more blood drawn for it, but I knew the result would still be the same. I now had to figure all of this out. I had to first tell my family, and I knew that would be the hardest thing. And I had to get educated; to learn how I was going to beat this beast within.
I have lots of side stories of telling various people in my life about my infection and how it related – or not – to them and our relationships. My family all gathered at my home at the time, and I told them all together. They, of course, had lots of questions, were very upset and concerned for me, all while bursting with love and support for me. Thank my lucky stars for this, I don’t know what I would have done had my family shunned me, as happens in so many instances. Things would have definitely turned out very differently had that been my case. I am super grateful that it was not, but I feel deeply for those who do encounter that kind of response – especially from family and close friends.
My life changed on that day. It was a definitively distinct change. I could no longer be as casual as I had previously been about love, life and living. I quit drinking immediately. I also discovered on that same day that I am co-infected with hepatitis C, a common hepatitis for IV drug users to contract. I had been an on again off again kind of alcoholic. If I wasn’t shooting hard drugs I was drinking myself into comas. Yes, some serious self-destructive behavior, I know. I figured I wasn’t going to live long at that point. Back then the average time between diagnosis and death was 3-5 years, sometimes a little longer for women. I just concluded that my future was over; I had no future in my mind at that time. But I was determined to educate myself and those around me so I could live as long as possible, as healthy as possible.
So much has gone on in my life since that hot August day in 1993. Life has a way of changing continuously. We grow. We learn. We lose. We win. And life just continues to go on. I had been handed a massive challenge and there’s nothing that I like more than a good fight! I put my whole being into becoming as educated and informed as humanly possible. I began living a cleaner, healthier life. I learned to love those who loved me with a renewed fierceness and determination. I stopped being a total asshole and adopted a kinder, gentler way of conducting myself. And I fought.
Today, I am healthy and doing very well. My journey hasn’t been so smooth sometimes; I’ve struggled with addiction all of my adult life. It rears it’s ugly head occasionally and it’s a battle to the death for me. I’ve had many, many good years; fun years and years full of awesome memories and tons of love. I’ve travelled, farmed, built, raised, and let go of things when the time came. I’ve had a couple of spectacular relationships that I wouldn’t trade for anything. I discovered real love and basked in it like a snake in the sun. I’ve lived a pretty decent life; being lucky enough to have access to great medical care and the cutting edge in medication I remain healthy and happy.
So, yesterday is my annual day to reflect on these years of living with HIV and to remember those friends of mine who didn’t have the good outcome that I’ve been gifted. I remember their faces, their voices, the laughter and the crying; every one of them beautiful and a gift to earth in their own ways. May they be dancing wherever they are.
Trump diverted $9.8B from FEMA funding (Disaster Relief) to fund more child detention centers…WTF???
We have a HUGE hurricane taking aim at our east coast, Carolina / Virginia area, and he DIVERTS funds???? This man is MORE than a FUCKING MORON, he’s a complete imbecile and someone needs to get him out of that office, take his fucking phone away and break all his pens and pencils. He should NOT be allowed to communicate with anyone.
AND our federal deficit has ballooned by $832B. That’s a 32% increase under Trump. Yeah, this is the idiot that gave his rich buddies a huge tax break so we could go further into debt as a nation. He actually told Cohn to “print more money” to fund his deficit….yup, he really thinks it works that way. And you conservative idiots actually elected this moron, with the help of Putin and Russia.
At this moment we have an impending crisis here with this incoming hurricane Florence. Yet our “leader” is busy touting his own ego, telling us that losing 2,975 people in Puerto Rico was an “unsung success” and not understanding the magnitude of his stupidity. He’s a toddler. He has no mechanism for empathy or compassion at all. Yesterday, the anniversary of 9/11/01, he arrived in Pennsylvania acting like he was at a fucking Trump rally. No couth. No respect for the dead or the suffering of the living.
Trump takes no responsibility, as former presidents have done when they were wrong or came up short on something. He refuses to admit when he is wrong. He lies constantly, and even his lawyers have worries of him telling lies to Mueller and the American people. It’s disgusting. It’s wrong. It’s NOT American behavior at all. This “man” is nothing short of a total buffoon.
Other frightening things to be angry about…
Over 12,500 children remain in US custody in detention camps on our southern border. This is the highest number EVER and is partly due to sponsors and parents being afraid to claim the children now because of their own fears of ICE. What a vicious thing he has created in our immigration system.
The official death toll for Puerto Rico from Hurricane Maria 2017 stands at 2, 975 people.
The Vatican and the Catholic Church is finally being called out on all of the massive cases of sexual abuse by clergy on mostly young children and vulnerable adults. I want to remind everyone that sexual abuse is not a “bad habit” that can be arbitrarily forgiven, it’s a fucking CRIME and should be punished to the fullest extent of the law. Transparency will be the only healer from this for many people around the world. The Vatican is hell-bent on hiding this whole thing from public view in fear of further tarnishing the reputation of the church – HA! I say! HA!!
DHS has quietly funneled $200M from various programs and departments, such as FEMA, to fund more child and family detention centers and ICE. Sick fucks.
Flint Michigan is now on day 1601 without clean drinking water. Our govenment did this to them; poisoned a whole city and KNEW they were doing it. We MUST find a solution for Flint and bring justice as well.
Kolin Kapernick (sp?) is still on his knee…and I am still supportive of his protest.
Nike saw a 31% jump in sales after the KK ads ran…despite the burning of shoes.
The bumblebee has been designed “endangered”.
Well, that’s it for this angry blog. I’m still watching Florence churn towards the Carolinas and it should make landfall overnight I believe. The weather coverage has been really good on this one, I just hope we are as prepared as our officials lead us to believe. Hard saying, I just hope everyone has heeded the warnings – or written their name, ssn, and next of kin’s name on their forearms so we can identify the bodies after we sort it all out. Anyone who is numb enough to challenge mother nature’s wrath in a storm the size of Florence better not be whiny afterwards!
I have a couple of things to talk about here today. It’s Monday, August 27, 2018 and with just 4 more days of August ahead of us I am beginning to look toward September; the arrival of cooler temperatures to Maine, fall festivals and agricultural fairs, the leaves beginning to turn colors and yes, the annual return to wearing flannel shirts and work boots. Fall or Autumn is my most favorite time of year.
I noticed yesterday that the lawns and tree leaves were now reflecting that “mature” darker green in their preparation to begin the colorful yearly die-off; getting naked for winter. It’s around this time of year that I get mums for the fall, to display on my front steps and in the garden. It’s really the only true annual flowering plant that I do invest in every year. They’re hardy, kind of impervious to the vast temperature flux of our September and October days, and they last a good long time. I like the bright yellow, orange, lavender and brick read colors too, they’re different from the brilliant summer blooms of other plants. So, this weekend I will hit Lowe’s and get probably 12 of them and create my fall display outside. Oh! And I have homegrown pumpkins from my garden! It’s been a banner garden year.
Sen. John McCain’s death
America lost a truly great politician a couple of days ago. We knew it was coming, and with his refusal of all treatment the day before we understood the time was near. The next news was his passing at 4:28 pm with his family and close friends at his bedside. It was a sad point when the newscaster came across with “Breaking News” of his death. I stopped for a minute, remembered how cantankerous and incorrigible McCain could be, but then also remembered how brave and courageous he was too. I didn’t always agree with his politics, but I always agreed with his patriotism and with that love of country that the man had in him. I always respected him from a military point; he was a pilot with the US Navy and was shot down and became a POW. During his detention he suffered brutally at the hands of the Vietnamese, often beaten and tortured horribly on a daily basis. THAT is some bad ass shit to live through, and yet he did and spoke of it often. It was no secret that he had witnessed or experienced directly some pretty fucked up stuff. And yet, his love of country got him through it and gave us a well-rounded man of honor that served his country for 60 years altogether. Yeah, John, you did good. Now rest. We got it from here.
I won’t forget how he was staunchly against Trump’s rhetoric and evil policy bullshit. I won’t forget the photos of him returning, a mess, from Vietnam. I won’t forget that he is the father of Megan McCain, a lesbian woman, and yet he did not support same-sex marriage or civil unions, yet he was endorsed by the Log Cabin Republicans, who supported both. I often wonder how Megan feels about her father’s lack of supportive position? McCain was a Liberlist Conservative. Voting conservatively about 60% of the time and more liberal leaning about 40% of the time. He often voted with Obama, which was a good thing. Now Obama and Bush 43 will be giving the eulogies at his funeral. Appropriate.
I am imagining it will be a HUGE television event, watched by millions here and around the world. THAT will just serve to piss on #45 and could instigate him to do something stupid or bombastic just to re-focus attention on himself. #45 is an egotistical fuck and cannot stand to be upstaged. I can hear his stupid ass saying “…fucking McCain! What kind of man is he? Dying in the middle of MY precious news coverage extravaganza?” yup, he’s crying in his koolaid about now.
I only wish that we had MORE men in our political system, specifically the Senate and House, that had the balls and fortitude of John McCain. #45 wouldn’t stand a chance. He’s afraid of REAL men and women; those who talk back, question him, tell him he’s wrong and call him out on his crimes. It’s pathetic and makes me sick that almost ALL of the current office holders in our government don’t have the guts to stand up to #45.
I am now calling him “#45” instead of his given name. He’s just a number. He’s a bad number, playing a horrible game with the USA and the rest of the world. After he’s gone we will right things once again and his memory will fade, he’s just a number now and will be just another stupid number in the future. He was put into our highest political office fraudulently; through the use of criminal activity, Russian influence, voting interference and black money. He will NEVER be remembered for anything “good” but only as the worst thing we ever allowed to happen to America. And yes, we allowed him to take office. MOST voting eligible citizens of our country did NOT even vote in the last presidential election in 2016.
My Weed Plant
…is growing like a WEED! Bwhahaha! I laugh! Yes, it’s kind of amazing, the plant has broken the 6′ height mark and is thriving. I am going to build a hot house around it this weekend. Two reasons: security and maximum growth. Hilda is in the stage of white hairs appearing, the hint of buds coming, and just getting fatter by the day. I’ve learned a LOT from this experience of growing marijuana plants. I’m very interested now in furthering that experience by starting a hydroponic grow in my back room / zen room. Once I procure the necessary eqipment and set it up properly I’m going to give indoor growing a shot. I have not yet decided what I am going to DO with all this weed, whether I leave it as flower or make it into edibles and dabs. We shall see; the research is not complete.
Missing my girl
It’s been about a week and a half since my girl left to return to her home in Texas. Fuck. I miss her wicked bad. But, life must go on, and get back to some sembelance of “normal” for both of us. She has her life, work and a business there, and I have my own set of responsibilities here. Long distance relationships are difficult at very best. We both “get” this completely. We’re not fooled by any of it. Relegated to messenger, phone calls and the sporadic Skype-a-thon we’re making it work. I even get to see her little girl when we Skype on the weekend mornings.
We have photos and shared Google albums, but there isn’t anything that compares to real time spent together. I look forward to her next in-person visit, hopefully in mid-October. And in January, when I can travel once again, perhaps I’ll venture to Texas at some point while it’s cold and snowy here in Maine. All I know is that I can’t spend enough time with this woman and with that in mind I’ll do whatever I am able to do to see her whenever possible. When we are together I want to keep her within three feet of me at all times! RAWRRRR…damn.
Ok, I’m off to work on some photo books and other crafty stuff today. Hope you are all doing well.
Answer this in the comments: How do you manage distance in a relationship? If you live with your lover, how do you manage space and alone time?
Summer of 2018 will go down in my memory banks as one of the BEST ever, I am sure! And the best part so far has been the extended visit of my girlfriend and her daughter. They spent about 24 days with me…and it was so awesome that I can’t even find the words to exclaim my exuberance I was feeling over the whole time they spent here with me. There is just something about having the woman I love so deeply right here with me.
Taking them to Boston’s Logan Airport last Thursday was a bitch. I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t get upset, but before I even made it to the interstate highway I started to choke up and tears came to my eyes. I told her I didn’t want to take them to the airport, but I knew that I had to do it. They have a life and people in Texas that the two of them needed to return to and my time was over. It sucked, but it had to happen.
She’s been gone a number of days now and I miss her badly. I admit it, I’m a fucking sap. I’m trying very hard to keep my game face on and drive forward. It’s a good thing that I am adept at compartmentalizing my life because I need to keep this in the right perspective. While I wish that she were here with me, I know that’s not a possibility because of her home and professional life back there in Texas. Sure, if she lived closer to me it would be easier, but easy isn’t always convenient when we need it to be.
Long distance relationships are hard as fuck. And this particular relationship has a couple of other slightly challenging angles to it as well, but my intense love for her makes me determined to try to keep this together; to continue to see her as much as we can manage, while trying hard not look too deeply into the future. You never really know what will happen down the proverbial road. While it is hard sometimes not to wish into the future, it is more realistic to stay in the present.
I’ve been slowly reorganizing my house. Put the antique highchair away, out of my sight so I don’t see it and think of little Bean’s face and her infectious giggles.
I slept the first 3 nights after my girl left on my living room couch, being in denial I chose to avoid my bed and the memories it silently held.
Yesterday I cleaned my car out and while vacuuming the back seat one of Bean’s red plastic balls rolled out to say hello. And her wipies were in the way-back area…little subtle reminders of some very wonderful days and a super sweet little girl.
Doing laundry I spotted a tiny sock…then found some of my girls clothes in the dresser where I usually store the dog’s bath towels. Sigh. The clothes even faintly held her scent.
There’s one helping of blueberry cobbler left in the fridge that I’m reluctant to eat because I know it’s the last thing she made for me. I just want to open the fridge and remember her delight in making something for me that I love so much. I’ll have to finish it today, or it will become a science project in the near future. And I don’t want that!
So, yeah, I miss her wicked, wicked bad. I haven’t let myself cry about it or get overly emotional. I keep trying to just stay in a neutral space in my head. Don’t over think it. Easier said than done, but at least I’m giving it the good ole Butch try! I can’t always control what my heart feels, but I can choose how I am going to deal with it. I’m still figuring that out right now – the dealing with it part that is – so stay tuned.
In other rather mundane news of my life…the dogs are doing great. They were stellar little souls while my visitors were here. I am pretty proud of them. Lulu is growing up and maturing quite nicely. She finally gets it when she’s outside and I tell her to “go to the house,” she runs right up the porch stairs and to the door. She’s about 75% responsive at this point; it’s a work in progress for sure. Nola, of course, is VERY well trained and generally knows what I am going to tell her before I even speak. She’s intuitive as fuck.
I got the house all nice and clean this morning, I just need to wash floors and it will be completely done…for another few days. It’s a bitch keeping up with it sometimes, but I do like a clean and functional living space. I can be a little neurotic about it sometimes, but generally, my mantra is “clean enough to be healthy, dirty enough to be happy.” And that’s basically how it works out. But today I even washed the covers to the dog’s stair units and some rugs. It’s always something and never really feels “done”.
I took the last week that my girl was here off from work. Started back last Friday and it’s nice to see everyone again. That job keeps me on track. Without it I would have endless time on my hands that I don’t need to have! It’s not my long-term plan to stay with that job, but for now, it’s working to my advantage and it’s good for me – gets my ass up in the morning and makes me think.
I named the marijuana plant I am growing Hilda. It’s doing magnificently. I’ve been taking photos of Hilda daily, marking her progress to maturity. I am thinking I may print a chronology out and make her a book…my first grown since I was a young hoodlum.
It’s been a lot of fun watching the plants grow. There are actually 2 of them. But Hilda has really gone crazy with growing! I haven’t done anything special, just put them into my veggie garden after fertilizing it with cow manure compost earlier this Spring. They looked pretty pathetic for a couple of weeks and then the magic started to happen. It seemed they were sprouting new leaves and gaining in height and width daily! Here she is yesterday…
She’s just started getting her silvery hairs near the tops where the buds will soon begin to form. I have a buddy who’s going to come by and give me some pointers and help with cloning 12 plants from this one, plus will also walk me through the next couple of months of the process, including cutting the buds and processing the plant. I’m fucking excited as hell!
I hope all of you, my dear readers, are having just as fantastic of a summer as I am having! Fall is coming soon, my girl visits again in October – sans child this visit – and I’m looking forward to that very much. It just feels so right when she’s here with me; by my side and in my every day.