oooh, oooh, child
things are gonna get easier?
this has been a week or two from hell, what with all the diabetes stuff, mental and physical planning for the wedding, and the trying to figure out how to pay for it all without robbing a bank or holding schoolkids by their ankles and watching the money fall out.
then there's the whole "you're now the assistant manager of the diner and oops! we just got shut down by the city and you now have to work a week of 15 hour days..."
i mean, really. haven't been able to do my radio show in a month, let alone sleep or spend much time with the fiancee or child.
and oh, yes: painting the living room, having my rear tire blow out (and needing to replace the whole lot), shuttling the kid to and from summer camp and throw in three or four doctor's appointments and yarrrrrrgh....
learning of the death of an old performance buddy (brian chic, RIP) much after the fact and feeling all melancholy about absent and departed friends...
getting lectured by family and friends about my level of self care regarding the the diabetes (like altering my eating habits and losing 15 pounds was not enough) hasn't helped much.
the only times i seemed to have gotten to relax a bit were a nice meal or two, a chat with the new boss about our mutual departed friend sue, a rather lengthy spell at the internet tracing down nerdy star trek fan films (do not ask), and chats with tracy about parenting and other departed friends...
in there somewhere is a ray or two of happiness called mavis and beth.
a smile from them in all this frenzy is the only way to go.
this has been a week or two from hell, what with all the diabetes stuff, mental and physical planning for the wedding, and the trying to figure out how to pay for it all without robbing a bank or holding schoolkids by their ankles and watching the money fall out.
then there's the whole "you're now the assistant manager of the diner and oops! we just got shut down by the city and you now have to work a week of 15 hour days..."
i mean, really. haven't been able to do my radio show in a month, let alone sleep or spend much time with the fiancee or child.
and oh, yes: painting the living room, having my rear tire blow out (and needing to replace the whole lot), shuttling the kid to and from summer camp and throw in three or four doctor's appointments and yarrrrrrgh....
learning of the death of an old performance buddy (brian chic, RIP) much after the fact and feeling all melancholy about absent and departed friends...
getting lectured by family and friends about my level of self care regarding the the diabetes (like altering my eating habits and losing 15 pounds was not enough) hasn't helped much.
the only times i seemed to have gotten to relax a bit were a nice meal or two, a chat with the new boss about our mutual departed friend sue, a rather lengthy spell at the internet tracing down nerdy star trek fan films (do not ask), and chats with tracy about parenting and other departed friends...
in there somewhere is a ray or two of happiness called mavis and beth.
a smile from them in all this frenzy is the only way to go.
posted by mo figuls at 8:14 PM
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