Severance is speaking to me more and more; here's the week's outie post to go with the innie post.
An anniversary -- the bug and I have been together for long enough that our relationship, if it were a person, could rent a car. Indeed, our relationship is now the age I was when I got married, which... yes... means that our marriage is about the age I was when we got together. Hah. So anyway, he gave me the traditional binary roses (red red white red white for 26), and we went out to the romance bookstore and then a seafood dinner.
A very quick real estate adventure in which I went to look at a cute little condo on Thursday, and put in a (slightly lowball) offer on it to see what would happen. Well, what happened is that the sellers got a comparable offer on the same day, and asked both buyers for their best and final offers in order to give them both a chance. I felt relief rather than a surge of invigorated desire, so today I withdrew my offer to let the other person have the place. I don't really need another big project right now and I don't really want all my liquidity to go away right when I quit my job, either. This was both adorable and affordable and maybe I'll live to regret walking away, but also maybe not? In the meantime, this simplifies things again. Sometimes when they say "go big or go home", the right move is to just go home.
Black squirrel antics, in which it appears that wispy lives across the street and comes over here for her breakfast of walnuts. I introduced the human squirrel to this real squirrel ("how are you not dead of the cute?" he demanded, as she scampered across the fence against a glowing background of snow), and have ordered a squirrel nesting box and found someone who can install it high up in my backyard tree. Yes, I am hoping she moves in. In the meantime I watched her cross the street, climb someone else's tree and scamper along a roof to points unknown, and it's kind of thrilling to watch her brazenly crossing property lines. What would it be like, to have the world as one's jungle gym and no notion at all of "shouldn't be here"?
For social we finally played all the way through Daybreak with two other friends. And I had a delightful easy date with the squirrel, in which we went to a bookstore with all female or underrepresented authors. I bought a book for Perse (who continues to have a hard time, but also got into grad school this week, yay!) and cooked dinner, and in the morning we all had the nicest breakfast together. Then I went to circus and started a very cool graphic nonfiction book about the legal battle for non-human personhood.
There is so much joy in the world when work hasn't got its claws into me. The sunshine in my condo, the impetuous young cat playing in the sheets while I make the bed. Even going to the pharmacy is fun. Overhearing someone say "in high school they don't even wear jeans anymore, it's all sweatpants", and grinning to myself, thinking the kids are all right. I keep having strange fears of spinning out into existential dread this summer or, conversely, somehow still not having any time for myself, but you can't believe everything you think these days. Aside from the senioritis, all will probably be well.
An anniversary -- the bug and I have been together for long enough that our relationship, if it were a person, could rent a car. Indeed, our relationship is now the age I was when I got married, which... yes... means that our marriage is about the age I was when we got together. Hah. So anyway, he gave me the traditional binary roses (red red white red white for 26), and we went out to the romance bookstore and then a seafood dinner.
A very quick real estate adventure in which I went to look at a cute little condo on Thursday, and put in a (slightly lowball) offer on it to see what would happen. Well, what happened is that the sellers got a comparable offer on the same day, and asked both buyers for their best and final offers in order to give them both a chance. I felt relief rather than a surge of invigorated desire, so today I withdrew my offer to let the other person have the place. I don't really need another big project right now and I don't really want all my liquidity to go away right when I quit my job, either. This was both adorable and affordable and maybe I'll live to regret walking away, but also maybe not? In the meantime, this simplifies things again. Sometimes when they say "go big or go home", the right move is to just go home.
Black squirrel antics, in which it appears that wispy lives across the street and comes over here for her breakfast of walnuts. I introduced the human squirrel to this real squirrel ("how are you not dead of the cute?" he demanded, as she scampered across the fence against a glowing background of snow), and have ordered a squirrel nesting box and found someone who can install it high up in my backyard tree. Yes, I am hoping she moves in. In the meantime I watched her cross the street, climb someone else's tree and scamper along a roof to points unknown, and it's kind of thrilling to watch her brazenly crossing property lines. What would it be like, to have the world as one's jungle gym and no notion at all of "shouldn't be here"?
For social we finally played all the way through Daybreak with two other friends. And I had a delightful easy date with the squirrel, in which we went to a bookstore with all female or underrepresented authors. I bought a book for Perse (who continues to have a hard time, but also got into grad school this week, yay!) and cooked dinner, and in the morning we all had the nicest breakfast together. Then I went to circus and started a very cool graphic nonfiction book about the legal battle for non-human personhood.
There is so much joy in the world when work hasn't got its claws into me. The sunshine in my condo, the impetuous young cat playing in the sheets while I make the bed. Even going to the pharmacy is fun. Overhearing someone say "in high school they don't even wear jeans anymore, it's all sweatpants", and grinning to myself, thinking the kids are all right. I keep having strange fears of spinning out into existential dread this summer or, conversely, somehow still not having any time for myself, but you can't believe everything you think these days. Aside from the senioritis, all will probably be well.