Playing: Pentiment. I'm sure I'll get back to Persona 5 someday! A pretty great intersection of things I have cursory interest in: monks n' that, art n' that, social justice lite, and Christian history. I'm spending too much time jumping at quest requests versus exploring the game-scape, so maybe I'll go back and investigate all the things that, according to Reddit, I missed at a later date. Or maybe I'll be ovaries deep in school and work. Probably that one.
Watching: e-orientation for Creighton University and that new season of Bluey; also Powerpuff Girls because that's how my kid rolls. On occasion, I've been watching episodes of The Cleaner and re-watched In the Mood for Love. At the end he whispers a secret into a hole in a pillar at...you know what? I don't know exactly where. It suggested ruins of a Buddhist temple to my mind, but as likely as not that's not true. But I suppose that's just something humans do, no matter who or where or when they live.
Audiobooks: A Mother's Reckoning (good, a hard listen and certainly paints a vivid picture of the time and place. I can think of legion families and, specifically, moms like Dylan Klebold's mom. And, although I remember chunks of 90's history including Columbine, Jon Benet Ramsey, Tonya Harding, 9/11, etc. It certainly cast new light on Columbine. And was somewhat disheartening, although I guess every parent needs to know that, look, you can do everything right as far as you know, but there's still some [or a lot] of shit that you don't know about your kids. You simply can't control everything.) Fair Play (I love the ideas, and am going to try to sell it at some point in early August over a burger date at Tommy's Burger Stop. Gamifying stuff tends to help me, but then there the Need for Novelty, and huge issues on my part with communication and follow through. So we'll try and the project manager parts of my heart fucking love the systems, and that's it and that's all [imagine I said that like Billy Crystal in Throw Momma From the Train])...I don't know why I can't fuck with fiction as much anymore. I'm sure there's a good reason, though!
Regular-ass reading: A Dress For Mrs. 'arris (I recall reading this when I was a wee sprog of twelve or eleven or something; it's a fun, easy read so far and 'orribly classist. But from thence springs most of the appreciation I have for sewing and pretty costumes. That is most definitely a from afar thing, though. I get whiny at the very thought of costuming, tbh.)
Podcasts: The Clearing (lots of Southern accents and a serial killer horrible dad: 10/10 do recommend. The narrator is just, like this guy, named Josh from any town America, which took me aback at first, but ended up being a great counterpoint to the overall narrative. Caused me to consider what it must have been like for my dad growing up; as far as I know nobody in my family on that side was ever a serial killer, but a) that's not something I'd know; my mom would, maybe you should ask her? b) they were pretty terrible people notwithstanding; just last night my dad remarked that all of his grandfathers were "monsters". Cool. Cool cool cool.)
I had to reschedule my therapy appointment to next week rather than this morning. And that's not the greatest, but...it will work out? Because I'm supposed to get coffee with K8 this afternoon sans kids and that generally pushed the timeline back for the morning such that Leels and the boys won't be with GrandM and GrandG for an obscene amount of time today.
There are certainly undercurrents of panic about...overall life stuff. But there are also...quite a few moments in which it feels like this is the path. There is space for things to work out.
I'm not specifically making as much money as I would like, but it seems to be enough so far. And there are times where I am, for instance, stuck at Middle Way Cafe for 20 minutes waiting for an order, decide to check Title Wave for a textbook, and find it for $11 versus $55 on Amazon and field a phone call that answers a question I had about a class I'm taking and...those just aren't the types of things I'd likely be able to do working a full-time job anywhere - much less at at the place I was working.
And we'll have a about a week at a stretch where things are mostly okay; and then a night of slammed doors and passive aggressive comments about how "I thought you were just supposed to have five weeks of stats and when are you going to be done with this class?".
And, just, *sigh*. IF YOU THINK THIS IS BAD YOU'RE WAY NOT GOING TO LIKE THE NEXT THREE YEARS, BRUH.
"She'd better be a good teenager because I don't think I can handle it if she's like this when she's a teenager." 🤣
...you're not going to like that either, my guy.
We're all just teenage dirtbags at our core, baybee.
Anyway, bye.
Enjoy however hot it is wherever you are!
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