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Feb. 6th, 2003 10:47 pmYesterday was so routine that when it came time to consider journalizing, I just opted not to. What came after that point could have made an entry, but Andy and I were too busy to pause. We had a long talk about some of the problems I have with intimacy in general, and discussed ways of dealing with it. We also talked about his needs and meeting them, and then we decided to cuddle for a while. Time passed, and eventually it was this morning.
Today was also rather routine. Andy had lunch with Tanner and I walked for an hour on the treadmill at a rate of 3.6 mph. The reason I used the treadmill, though, wasn't so routine: we had snow again. Actually, it started out as heavy snow, morphed into a mix of snow and sleet, and has now become huge drops of rain. Almost all of the snow is gone from the ground already. I just hope it doesn't freeze tonight; I want to get to the airport in one piece and on time.
GNO happened, and for the first time in a while Tanner, Ben, and Conni all made it. The pizza was pizza-like, and Junkyard Wars was amusing. While they were here I was doing laundry so Andy could pack tonight, and after Ben and Conni left, Tanner and Andy decided to watch Ghost in the Shell. I would have liked to see it, but recently I've had several dreams in which I've forgotten to bring flowers to the airport, and I wanted to make sure it didn't happen.
Packing was weird. I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of not wanting to deal with Uncle Rich. This is odd, as I adore him and usually have a lot of fun when he's around. I think part of it is that he has one or two things which he always talks about ("cats: the other white meat" is one of them), and even if I had thought they were funny the first time, they have long since ceased to be. I just don't want to face that this time, so I carefully avoided anything to do with cats. In fact, most everything I packed ended up being gray or black, with the one exception being a beige Ed Gorey t-shirt.
Since Mom is expecting people to be arriving at all hours tomorrow, Pamela will be picking us up from the airport. We'll spend the night at Dave's and her apartment, then on Saturday they'll bring us to Boonville to visit Grandpa. What'll happen afterward is a bit foggy at the moment; Andy has to come back Sunday and I'm returning Monday, so we have to figure out how to get him to Syracuse on Sunday. There are several options, and we probably won't decide until Saturday. Pamela doubts she'll be able to show us the inside of the house, but I'm going to ask her if we can just drive by it.
The other day when I called Grandpa, he said he didn't have much use for birthdays any more (though he called me the day after mine to wish me a happy one). Pamela is baking his favorite cake anyway, thus saving me the trouble of doing so. I wish I was more excited about seeing him again. Mom called about two weeks ago to tell me that he had gone very badly downhill and he might not make it to this weekend. He seems to have rallied somewhat (his voice even sounded almost decent when he called me on the 4th), so I don't know if I'm going to be seeing just a shell or if I'll be seeing something akin to the last time I saw him. Either way, Andy and I both packed something which will work for a wake, if needed.
Today was also rather routine. Andy had lunch with Tanner and I walked for an hour on the treadmill at a rate of 3.6 mph. The reason I used the treadmill, though, wasn't so routine: we had snow again. Actually, it started out as heavy snow, morphed into a mix of snow and sleet, and has now become huge drops of rain. Almost all of the snow is gone from the ground already. I just hope it doesn't freeze tonight; I want to get to the airport in one piece and on time.
GNO happened, and for the first time in a while Tanner, Ben, and Conni all made it. The pizza was pizza-like, and Junkyard Wars was amusing. While they were here I was doing laundry so Andy could pack tonight, and after Ben and Conni left, Tanner and Andy decided to watch Ghost in the Shell. I would have liked to see it, but recently I've had several dreams in which I've forgotten to bring flowers to the airport, and I wanted to make sure it didn't happen.
Packing was weird. I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of not wanting to deal with Uncle Rich. This is odd, as I adore him and usually have a lot of fun when he's around. I think part of it is that he has one or two things which he always talks about ("cats: the other white meat" is one of them), and even if I had thought they were funny the first time, they have long since ceased to be. I just don't want to face that this time, so I carefully avoided anything to do with cats. In fact, most everything I packed ended up being gray or black, with the one exception being a beige Ed Gorey t-shirt.
Since Mom is expecting people to be arriving at all hours tomorrow, Pamela will be picking us up from the airport. We'll spend the night at Dave's and her apartment, then on Saturday they'll bring us to Boonville to visit Grandpa. What'll happen afterward is a bit foggy at the moment; Andy has to come back Sunday and I'm returning Monday, so we have to figure out how to get him to Syracuse on Sunday. There are several options, and we probably won't decide until Saturday. Pamela doubts she'll be able to show us the inside of the house, but I'm going to ask her if we can just drive by it.
The other day when I called Grandpa, he said he didn't have much use for birthdays any more (though he called me the day after mine to wish me a happy one). Pamela is baking his favorite cake anyway, thus saving me the trouble of doing so. I wish I was more excited about seeing him again. Mom called about two weeks ago to tell me that he had gone very badly downhill and he might not make it to this weekend. He seems to have rallied somewhat (his voice even sounded almost decent when he called me on the 4th), so I don't know if I'm going to be seeing just a shell or if I'll be seeing something akin to the last time I saw him. Either way, Andy and I both packed something which will work for a wake, if needed.
