So today is my first work day of the first work week of 2006.
\nInteresting. I’m tickled pink. Honestly I am.<\/p>\n
My brother is visiting. I’ve had a great time with him being here. We
\njoke around a lot. It is nice to have someone else in the house for me.
\nOur house is silent usually during the weekend or when I get off of
\nwork, unless Mary and I decide to entertain each other with our witty
\nbanter and flirtatious attitudes. <\/p>\n
Interestingly enough, for some reason Mary and I have fought more now
\nsince Trey came to visit then ever before. Some of it could be
\nattributed to me starting a new job and whatever stress there is to be
\nbrought about due to this, but some could also say we have spent a lot
\nof time together which always inevitably leads to friction. (NOT to leave
\nout that the final reason such things occur, could be left up to the fact that
\nShe is in a bad mood herself. She has snapped a lot at me lately. And she
\nnags…. whoah does she nag. But this is neither here nor there.)<\/p>\n
It was not always this way.<\/p>\n
Mary went home for the holidays and I was somewhat alone for 5 whole
\ndays in our apartment. (alone meaning primarily me and kitties, except
\nfor the oh so brief visit of stryx which was enjoyable for both parties
\ninvolved I believe) When I walked off the plane in Baton Rouge, Mary
\nand Trey were there to greet me. I was nauseous due to plane ride and
\nlack of food. Mary was very excited to see me, much like I was to see
\nher.<\/p>\n
Life is what happens to you while you make plans.<\/p>\n
Upon reaching “home” which is a luxurious house with three bedrooms, two
\nbathrooms (one of which includes a Jacuzzi bathtub), one four person
\nJacuzzi, a living room\/kitchen combination that is as long as ours in NY
\nbut this one is about 8-9 feet wider, and a dining room. <\/p>\n
My parents were not comfortable in it, I believe. For very
\nblatant reasons. They don’t own it, or even pay rent for it. It is
\n“someone” else’s. This makes them feel uncomfortable. It would make me
\nfeel uncomfortable I believe. <\/p>\n
Mary and I on the other hand were guests, and as guests were accustomed
\nto our surroundings not being ours. Something about second-tier
\nloanship. The pre-medicated concerns due to true ownership fades away.<\/p>\n
We used the Jacuzzi\/hot tub throughout our whole stay. It was enjoyable
\nand made us feel like we could do this one day, which brought up
\nquestions. Difficult questions. About the future. AKA Stress
\ninjectors into a relationship. <\/p>\n
Christmas went without hitch. I discussed present giving practices.
\nMom, Dad, and I didn’t hang out nearly as much as I’d have liked. I
\nalways seemed to be doing something. It was annoying. We were always
\naround, we just didn’t talk much. I wanted to, but they were always
\nconcerned with making us comfortable and showing us various things. <\/p>\n
Time was short on all sides. Pre-Christmas activities involved present
\npurchasing and post-Christmas activities involved experiencing the
\n“hurricane” for the first time. Of course I wasn’t pushy. In fact to
\nbe honest I did dread the conversation because I wasn’t sure how I could
\nhelp, or even if I could help. I need to go down there without Mary I
\nbelieve. The time we did in fact spend at the house attempting to fix
\nthings, wasn’t enough for me. I think Mary was bored and I think my
\nfamily wasn’t interested in allowing me to work on the house either. I
\ndon’t blame them. While at the house, there was a emotional funk in the
\nair, that is all I can do to describe it. It was like you could taste
\nthe memories of the past flailing to be brought into the light, but yet
\nyour conscious mind rejects the past as parts of something that never
\nwill be. <\/p>\n
They have made so much progress in re-building the place so that they
\ncan move in. They still have a lot of work to do, and I want to help
\nmore.<\/p>\n
We will see. Life will be as it once was, it is just too soon. As fast
\nas life “seems” to be moving, I’m at a stage in which I wish it would
\nmove faster. I swore I’d never want to “wish away my life”. But this
\nis one of those moments in which all preconceived rule sets are broken.<\/p>\n
They will be repaired tomorrow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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