Yesterday, I fucked up. I was writing, most of the day, and completely forgot that Bear had a political meeting at 6pm… so at 4.20pm, instead of getting dinner ready, so he could eat before he spent hours at this meeting, I went in the shower. I know… I’m a dumbass. Finally re-emerging at 5.10pm (I wasn’t in the shower for 50 minutes I hasten to add), Bear rushed upstairs to shower before having to leave and I suddenly remembered his meeting, and that he’d had nothing to eat since breakfast at 11.30am… fuck.!! 😦
He managed to get a sandwich while he was there, but was still starving by the time he got back at 9.30pm. by which time I’d gotten my shit together enough to actually cook and have food waiting for him. Why didn’t he remind me that he had a meeting.? Why didn’t he mention that it was getting late and ask about dinner.? Why didn’t he give me some indication that he’d realised I’d forgotten, because by 4.20pm, he knew I had.? Because…. communication. Totally alien concept.
He’s on an early shift today, so I have plenty of time to write, get my shit together and cook, especially as I was up and dressed by 6.15am.! I’m not entirely sure I know what the hell all this early waking is all about… I seem to sleep to extremes… either up at 6am, or up at 11am… Must be my age. 😀 I also have chores to do today, someone (who shall remain nameless) keeps using the bathroom like it’s a wet room, which it isn’t, and so I have to go in and mop up the swamp and try to dry the room out before it grows mutant killer mould….
Mold – Movie Trailer 😀
Yesterday, I was also informed (by his fiancee) that my son’s phone has finally given up the ghost, so he’s on hiatus from filling Facebook with angst, dark humour and general melancholy. Lucky Facebook. It also means he won’t be calling me to talk bollocks for 3 hours or more until he gets a new one, and I mean that in a loving motherly way, he starts talking and goes through all kinds of random shit, sick jokes, gaming details of games I have no clue about, friends I’ve never heard of before, work, neighbours, his fiancee and her college studies, the weather, his current illness, usually the black plague, and a myriad of weird and wonderful stuff that makes absolutely no sense… and he can talk for fucking HOURS.!!
Three hours is nothing to him when he gets started… I’ve had to endure 5 hour conversations in the past, and end them only because I just can’t keep up and am falling asleep. 😀 So I’ve decided to communicate via snail mail and bombard him with intimate details of his mother’s extremely exciting lifestyle, I know he’ll be made up… 😀 and he won’t be able to respond without writing back, which I know he won’t do. Tonight is Moroccan Cavolo Nero Stew. Nice and spicy and packed with veggies. Yum.!
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