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Jul. 15th, 2003
Big. Old. T.M.I.
Jul. 15th, 2003 06:33 pmMissing my soccer game today because, after a whole 8 DAYS OFF, Auntie Flo is back. And she's bad.
Yes, I'm seeing my gyne. August 29. Which, in Period Years, is about a lifetime.
I'm all done Promises! Well, the first draft, anyway. Now it's just down to editting. Chris was reading the ending yesterday, and stopped partway through to gaze off into space.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing, just... thinking of Anne and Jeremy again," he said (friends of ours who just divorced).
"Yeah. I know. It's so weird, isn't it? I find myself thinking about it at the weirdest times."
Silence for a few moments, as we're each brooding about them in our own ways.
"What made you think of them?" I asked.
"Oh, I dunno," Chris said. Then he looked at me, a little miffed. "Although it might be because I'm READING about a DIVORCING COUPLE."
::snicker::
Have I mentioned that Chris is not into angst?
Going back to shrinky-dude tomorrow. Must see about getting a sitter for Justin. He went to Laine's yesterday while Chris and I went to dinner. And what a wonderful thing it was to eat without constant interruptions from The Spawn, and to walk around downtown Ottawa wandering into shops with fragile things without having to check our wallets to see if we could afford to pay for their stock if Justin decided to destroy it all.
We went into a shop with glass ornaments, and Chris drooled over all the stuff we'll fill our Big Ostentatious Nouveau Riche House when we have enough money for it. He also said he'd like a room decorated with a Motherhood theme - you know, fertility goddesses, Madonna and Child imagery, etc. I nodded and said that sounded like a great idea.
"And next door we'll have a room devoted to penises," Chris said enthusiastically. "We'll call it our Hall of Bathos."
Yes, I'm seeing my gyne. August 29. Which, in Period Years, is about a lifetime.
I'm all done Promises! Well, the first draft, anyway. Now it's just down to editting. Chris was reading the ending yesterday, and stopped partway through to gaze off into space.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing, just... thinking of Anne and Jeremy again," he said (friends of ours who just divorced).
"Yeah. I know. It's so weird, isn't it? I find myself thinking about it at the weirdest times."
Silence for a few moments, as we're each brooding about them in our own ways.
"What made you think of them?" I asked.
"Oh, I dunno," Chris said. Then he looked at me, a little miffed. "Although it might be because I'm READING about a DIVORCING COUPLE."
::snicker::
Have I mentioned that Chris is not into angst?
Going back to shrinky-dude tomorrow. Must see about getting a sitter for Justin. He went to Laine's yesterday while Chris and I went to dinner. And what a wonderful thing it was to eat without constant interruptions from The Spawn, and to walk around downtown Ottawa wandering into shops with fragile things without having to check our wallets to see if we could afford to pay for their stock if Justin decided to destroy it all.
We went into a shop with glass ornaments, and Chris drooled over all the stuff we'll fill our Big Ostentatious Nouveau Riche House when we have enough money for it. He also said he'd like a room decorated with a Motherhood theme - you know, fertility goddesses, Madonna and Child imagery, etc. I nodded and said that sounded like a great idea.
"And next door we'll have a room devoted to penises," Chris said enthusiastically. "We'll call it our Hall of Bathos."
