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So the ChefBoy is here, and it's fun, but I won't be heartbroken when he leaves. I like having my place all to myself; it feels a bit crowded and disorganized with a guest here.
We had a really fun day Friday - lunch at a really good vegetarian restaurant, then a trip to Discovery Park. I'd been there once before but didn't make it to the beach, and this time we did, and walked all the way out to the lighthouse there. It smelled all oceany. It never fails to surprise me that parts of Seattle can get all salt-breezy even though we're pretty far from actual ocean.
But on the way home we stopped at the grocery store for 10 minutes, and when we came back out, my poor Saturn, Lusi, suddenly had a battery so thoroughly dead that once the tow truck guy got there and tried to give us a jump, we sat there for 20 minutes of charging and the engine still wouldn't even try that hard to turn over. Lusi did have good timing, though, to die walking distance from my place instead of out at the park. She got a new battery Saturday and is fine again. :)
The ChefBoy made creme brulee (which he promised me when we started dating, by the way, which is like four years and a breakup ago) and the yummy corn and potato chowder he used to make all the time. So it's no wonder that I've gained weight. I really ought to go work out, but it just seems weird and harder than usual to get out to the gym with a guest here.
There has been much football and movie-watching too. And the boy is behaving himself, and if he does want to get back together, he's being really quiet about it. I think he knows it isn't going to happen. I had thought, maybe... I don't know. I thought him being here might change my mind a little, but it hasn't. I feel quite strongly that even though what we had was great when we had it, it's gone. Sad but true.
I'm having the boy-like urge to fix people who have problems instead of just commiserating with them. The ChefBoy isn't happy in Colorado, and one of his housemates is really unhappy. I keep wanting to tell her to leave her stupid husband and get her own life, and I keep wanting to tell ChefBoy to figure out where he wants to be and damn well go there and get a job.
I'm happy, though. I'll get it together and get off my butt as far as exercising and writing. And I'm sure my friends will get it together too. I kind of think ChefBoy's housemate has to get to where I was when I left my husband and be ready enough to make a change that it outweighs the fear. Unfortunately, no one can help her get there.
We had a really fun day Friday - lunch at a really good vegetarian restaurant, then a trip to Discovery Park. I'd been there once before but didn't make it to the beach, and this time we did, and walked all the way out to the lighthouse there. It smelled all oceany. It never fails to surprise me that parts of Seattle can get all salt-breezy even though we're pretty far from actual ocean.
But on the way home we stopped at the grocery store for 10 minutes, and when we came back out, my poor Saturn, Lusi, suddenly had a battery so thoroughly dead that once the tow truck guy got there and tried to give us a jump, we sat there for 20 minutes of charging and the engine still wouldn't even try that hard to turn over. Lusi did have good timing, though, to die walking distance from my place instead of out at the park. She got a new battery Saturday and is fine again. :)
The ChefBoy made creme brulee (which he promised me when we started dating, by the way, which is like four years and a breakup ago) and the yummy corn and potato chowder he used to make all the time. So it's no wonder that I've gained weight. I really ought to go work out, but it just seems weird and harder than usual to get out to the gym with a guest here.
There has been much football and movie-watching too. And the boy is behaving himself, and if he does want to get back together, he's being really quiet about it. I think he knows it isn't going to happen. I had thought, maybe... I don't know. I thought him being here might change my mind a little, but it hasn't. I feel quite strongly that even though what we had was great when we had it, it's gone. Sad but true.
I'm having the boy-like urge to fix people who have problems instead of just commiserating with them. The ChefBoy isn't happy in Colorado, and one of his housemates is really unhappy. I keep wanting to tell her to leave her stupid husband and get her own life, and I keep wanting to tell ChefBoy to figure out where he wants to be and damn well go there and get a job.
I'm happy, though. I'll get it together and get off my butt as far as exercising and writing. And I'm sure my friends will get it together too. I kind of think ChefBoy's housemate has to get to where I was when I left my husband and be ready enough to make a change that it outweighs the fear. Unfortunately, no one can help her get there.
