Monthly Archives: February 2010

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Today was a day full of writing and bopping around to music and making NaniBirds while listening to multiple episodes of This American Life.  Not a bad day.  (And NaniBirds are all kinds of awesome if you happen to have a printer and scissors and a glue stick and you like to do things with your hands while you listen to multiple episodes of This American Life, by the by.  Plus, super cute and/or something for your cats to stalk and nom.  Everyone wins!)

I had some kind of plan for what I was going to say in this blog entry when I started typing that paragraph, but I don’t remember what it was anymore.  This does not bode well for my brain.

No updates on the grandma front, so I’m going to assume that silence following a heartfelt “I love you” continues to mean “I love you.”  That was hands down the strangest email I’ve ever gotten.  At first I was really freaked out, actually – I didn’t know who had been talking to her or what had been said, and although she was clearly coming from a good place, I felt very…  invaded, almost?  It was like there had been this major discussion about my life and my self and my Special Lady Friend and no one told me that they were planning on having it, and no one really warned me that it had happened after the fact.  So there I was, having a lovely day and not thinking about the fact that I’m a big homo, and suddenly I’m reminded that it’s kind of a big deal for my family, and oh, they’ve been discussing it, and OH, by the way, WE TOLD GRANDMA.

So the email was sweet and wonderful, but my reaction was a bit, um, well, a bit like that sound Tim Allen used to make on Home Improvement.  (You know the one.  Kind of a confused “AUUUUUUHHH???”)

Anywho.  Over it now.  I’m just glad she’s speaking to me.

I have all these home improvement / decorating plans that I’m hoping to implement while I’m unemployed – I’ve gotten kind of addicted to fancy & aesthetically-pleasing decorating blogs that make me all lusty for antiques and damask and paint and, I dunno, some design sense.  Or at least enough money to hire a professional decorator.  Which, considering this new fascination with decorating has come about due to unemployment, equals not gonna happen.  But hey, a girl can lust.  I think I’m gonna start with the bathroom, that’s small.  The bathroom, and getting more pictures of our loved ones up around the house. That’s actually my number one goal.

So.  It’s odd, I’ve started volunteering a few times a week at a legal services organization downtown – basically doing the same work I used to get paid for – and while it’s awesome to have clients again, and it’s nice to have a sense of purpose (and a destination in mind when I leave the house) – is it wrong to say that I really feel like it’s cutting into my time?  Ha.  I guess I just got used to waking up and having a lazy breakfast and reading the news and writing for a while and watching some TV and doing some job search stuff and feeling like my whole day was mine.  And yes, the majority of the time my “whole day” is actually incredibly boring, and I would typically give anything to have a place to be and something to do, and I pounce on Finn as soon as she walks in the door because oh my god human contact.  But now that I have somewhere to be, I kind of miss setting my own schedule.

Grass.  Greener.  Check.

I’m rambling and I still have no idea what I set out to say here.

A few more random thoughts, and then we’ll unceremoniously wrap this up:

– I am not really liking Google Buzz.  Also, it pissed me off that they unveiled it without considering the privacy concerns of, y’know, everyone.  (Like, for instance, Harriet over at Fugitivus, who is amazing and brilliant… and has blocked her blog following the outpouring of crazy following an entry titled “Fuck you, Google” where she complained that Buzz had allowed her abusive ex-husband to auto-follow her on Buzz, which also gave him access to her shared items in Google Reader, which had been private and where she had mentioned in the comments things such as her place of work.  It got picked up by the mainstream media and I assume that’s why she’s blocked her blog at the moment.  Anyway.  Not cool, Google.  Seriously very not cool at all.)  But also, privacy issues aside… it just kind of sucks.  It’s harder to read than Twitter and not as varied / interactive as Facebook.

– Our niece has officially outgrown wanting to be our dancing monkey when we Skype.  She wants to play like a regular kid and not sit around talking to her enchanted Aunties.  This makes me very sad.  But!  They’re coming to visit (from Hawaii!!!) in a few months, so that should help make up for it.

– I finally, finally, FINALLY got through this couple hundred words in the book that had been making me want to rip my hair out.  It’s amazing how I can sit down and write 3,000 words in one session sometimes, and other times it takes me 3 weeks to write 200 words.  I need to learn to power through, I suppose.

– I finished Buffy.  It was awesome.  Well, the last season sucked, but everything else was awesome.  (Not everyone will agree with my assessment re Season 7, but trust: plot holes, inconsistent characters, and general craziness.  Do Not Like.  This says it better than I could, in any case.)

Okay, there’s really no good way to end this.  I have to get up and “work” tomorrow, so I should probably head to bed anyway.  G’night moon.  G’night stars.  G’night world.

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I received the following email in my inbox this morning:

“Hi [Pomegranate]…

Just wanted to tell you that “I know” and all is right with the world…. I will love you forever…Grandma”
Thaaaaaaat’s right.  Apparently my grandma and my mom had a conversation last night which went something like this, according to my mother’s reenactment:
Grandma: Um.  I think I know something.
Mom: What do you mean?  What do you think you know?
Grandma: What do you think I think I know?
[Continue this Who’s on First for a few minutes, until…]
Grandma: …I think [Pom] is a lesbian.
Mom: Oh.  Well… you’re right.  She is.
So there you have it.  The moment of loving, tolerant, progressive understanding that I’d been hoping for.  Hurrah!

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