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Boxing Day...
Dec. 26th, 2006 06:50 pmAnd though, as far as I know, the name has nothing to do with the sport, earlier today, I felt as if I had gone 10 rounds with Rocky Balboa. Fortunately, I snapped out of it fairly quickly.
Natalie spent last night and the entire day today over at Drew and Shannon's, though she did stop by for a few minutes somewhere in the middle of the afternoon, if memory serves. In light of the bad weather predicted for tomorrow, she suggested we might want to go home earlier than Saturday. I suspect an ulterior motive.
On the one hand, I am sort of in agreement: this place now feels a bit alien to me, despite the familiarity of the surroundings. I wonder if this reaction might be similar to the one I had back in my mid-20s, when a friend and I started a freelance photography business that failed spectacularly (so much so that, for some years, I could not stomach the idea of taking any pictures at all). The liquor store has expanded into the space we formerly occupied, and there were no familiar faces in the supermarket when I went shopping there this afternoon.
But there are positive aspects, too, and at any rate, I need to fight the negativity. For example, I was halfway expecting the accumulated mail to be much more negative (don't ask why, I just did...). I also need to face the reality that I can do without the vast majority of the stuff that's been here, which raises a legitimate question about what to do with it all, short of Galina's always-preferred solution when it comes to my stuff: throw it out.
Among the things I'd like to get accomplished before we make the trek back are:
Visit Feht.
Visit Mike and Karen.
Find and pack stuff that I've been needing while in Texas.
Pack some stuff that I can sell on eBay.
Translate some of the document that's due after the 1st of the year.
I've done simply miserably as far as reading the books I've taken along (but then again, I seem to have some kind of complex about starting Tom Jones, perhaps associated with its length). And too, there are things that must be done that preclude whiling away one's time reading sci-fi paperbacks.
I called my dad yesterday to wish him a Merry Christmas. He thanked me and in response to the standard question told me things were difficult, as he was very lonely, and that he missed my mother. I suggested - again - that he might consider visiting us down in Texas, to which he suggested - again - that I call later so we can discuss it. However it is sliced, I suspect this situation will have no easy solution and its fill of awkward moments.
Onward!
Cheers...
Natalie spent last night and the entire day today over at Drew and Shannon's, though she did stop by for a few minutes somewhere in the middle of the afternoon, if memory serves. In light of the bad weather predicted for tomorrow, she suggested we might want to go home earlier than Saturday. I suspect an ulterior motive.
On the one hand, I am sort of in agreement: this place now feels a bit alien to me, despite the familiarity of the surroundings. I wonder if this reaction might be similar to the one I had back in my mid-20s, when a friend and I started a freelance photography business that failed spectacularly (so much so that, for some years, I could not stomach the idea of taking any pictures at all). The liquor store has expanded into the space we formerly occupied, and there were no familiar faces in the supermarket when I went shopping there this afternoon.
But there are positive aspects, too, and at any rate, I need to fight the negativity. For example, I was halfway expecting the accumulated mail to be much more negative (don't ask why, I just did...). I also need to face the reality that I can do without the vast majority of the stuff that's been here, which raises a legitimate question about what to do with it all, short of Galina's always-preferred solution when it comes to my stuff: throw it out.
Among the things I'd like to get accomplished before we make the trek back are:
I've done simply miserably as far as reading the books I've taken along (but then again, I seem to have some kind of complex about starting Tom Jones, perhaps associated with its length). And too, there are things that must be done that preclude whiling away one's time reading sci-fi paperbacks.
I called my dad yesterday to wish him a Merry Christmas. He thanked me and in response to the standard question told me things were difficult, as he was very lonely, and that he missed my mother. I suggested - again - that he might consider visiting us down in Texas, to which he suggested - again - that I call later so we can discuss it. However it is sliced, I suspect this situation will have no easy solution and its fill of awkward moments.
Onward!
Cheers...
