May Contain: JJ; Recovery, Yard Work; Dogs; Star Trek; FdM; Stupid Advertizers; Peanuts or Other Nuts.
I noticed I hadn't written anything about JJ for a while. That is good. I saw him today... he cleaned the bird room when he dropped the kids off this evening. I went to the grocery store to get something for supper and for kids' lunches, and when I returned home, JJ was gone.
I felt nothing.
No pain. No urge to be with him.
Nothing.
He is just another person.
Of course, that is sad, too. Or, it would be, if he wasn't just another person.
I did some yard work today. Nothing strenuous... I'm still recovering from surgery. I cleaned up the dogs' land mines, picked up a bunch of garbage that has blown into the yard, removed some dead plants from the flower garden and some tree branches that blew down in the big wind storms we had this winter.
Then I decided to do some painting. I used JJ's car ramps as a saw horse, and laid my mouldings on them. Then I primed them. The car ramps are now partly white. They will still work when JJ picks them up. They are just a different colour now.
The yard looks much better now. Except for the white patches of grass where I was painting.
VN took the dogs to her place for the night on Friday. She wanted to give me a break during my recovery. FdM came over Friday night and we watched Star Trek Voyager. It was a nice, quiet evening -- just the two of us, on the couch together, watching TV.
I didn't zap the commercials out of my Star Trek tapes, so we watched them, too. It was really cool how we got into bashing the commercials. Some of those ad characters are really stupid!
So that is one more thing we have in common -- ad bashing. I'll have to teach him to play "Name That Commercial". The object of the game is to be the first to correctly identify the product being sold before the product is named. My sister and I have been playing since we were teenagers. Some commercials stump us every time we see them... they are so stupid, that they can't even make us remember what they are trying to sell us!
I noticed I hadn't written anything about JJ for a while. That is good. I saw him today... he cleaned the bird room when he dropped the kids off this evening. I went to the grocery store to get something for supper and for kids' lunches, and when I returned home, JJ was gone.
I felt nothing.
No pain. No urge to be with him.
Nothing.
He is just another person.
Of course, that is sad, too. Or, it would be, if he wasn't just another person.
I did some yard work today. Nothing strenuous... I'm still recovering from surgery. I cleaned up the dogs' land mines, picked up a bunch of garbage that has blown into the yard, removed some dead plants from the flower garden and some tree branches that blew down in the big wind storms we had this winter.
Then I decided to do some painting. I used JJ's car ramps as a saw horse, and laid my mouldings on them. Then I primed them. The car ramps are now partly white. They will still work when JJ picks them up. They are just a different colour now.
The yard looks much better now. Except for the white patches of grass where I was painting.
VN took the dogs to her place for the night on Friday. She wanted to give me a break during my recovery. FdM came over Friday night and we watched Star Trek Voyager. It was a nice, quiet evening -- just the two of us, on the couch together, watching TV.
I didn't zap the commercials out of my Star Trek tapes, so we watched them, too. It was really cool how we got into bashing the commercials. Some of those ad characters are really stupid!
So that is one more thing we have in common -- ad bashing. I'll have to teach him to play "Name That Commercial". The object of the game is to be the first to correctly identify the product being sold before the product is named. My sister and I have been playing since we were teenagers. Some commercials stump us every time we see them... they are so stupid, that they can't even make us remember what they are trying to sell us!
posted by Tempeste at Sunday, April 01, 2007
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