Summersault
At last the summer is over!
I have never been so happy to see the back of a season. What a stressful, annoying three months! I did have some fun, but not enough to make it worth my while. If this is the way summers will be from now on, I think I'll skip right to September. I like sweaters more than swimsuits anyway (what hefty girl doesn't!).
Top ten reasons why this summer SUCKED:
1. Rider left. This came after weeks of extreme torture -- the old "We're going to kick her out cause of a bum shoulder -- no wait! We've changed our minds" torture that was so popular with the Mongolian horde in the 4th or 5th century. It certainly works better than the water droplets on the forehead or the "Death From a Thousand Cuts." A few weeks of that merry-go-round and my mind was f&^ked, with special emphasis on the ampersand.
2. Rider left...her dogs. Rider's dogs are sweet, and they truly love Rider. They truly don't love Tegan, so much so that they left deep puncture wounds around her throat. Tegan is going to live, but she suffered a great deal. Rider feels awful, of course, and since she reads this blog, I won't belabor the story. The only reason I bring it up is because... well... it sucked. Therefore it needs must go on my list.
3. I spent a weekend with the in-laws. Most of the time they're great, but this particular time, they weren't. Scholar and I spent the whole weekend fighting, until he realized that he was being hypersensitive in telling me all the qualities about myself that annoyed him. The reason for this hypersensitivity? He was nervous that I was annoying Mama. We worked all this out, and came to a command decision about many things, including future proximity to Mama's house (at least forty miles), childcare (we'll outsource), and appropriate ways to deliver criticism to one's spouse (ie: with jewelry, flowers, or tickets for a cruise). We're a team again.
4. Scholar's sister hit me. Yes, you read that right. Enough said.
5. I worked for my mother. At times, it was a great experience. Most of these times occured on Friday, which was the last day. I don't feel bad about writing that it sucked, because I'm pretty sure Mom thought it did, too. We just don't work well together, and we should have remembered this. I worry about everything. Mom stresses me out. I read something a long time ago that said that Virgos and Aquarians will never understand each other. Virgos require stability; Aquarians fly by the seat of their pants; and both think that the other is crazy. Why I remembered this after eight weeks of panic might indicate that I have lived too long with Aquarians (who outnumber other signs in my family 2:1).
6. Rider left.
7. Rider left.
8. Rider left.
9. We had no money, pretty much all summer. I worked and took classes. Scholar meditated and slept. Even trade?
10. I miss my sister.
So there you have it. Ten compelling reasons why I'm glad this summer is over. Reasons 1, 6-8, and 10 ensure that fall and winter will have a sucky tinge -- she ain't coming back afore Christmas. But I will have the fun of shipping packages, conducted massive IM sessions, and chatting via the new webcam (which I also might use to make a little extra money...). The other bright spot, which I would never admit to Rider (except when she reads this blog), is that I get to decorate the Christmas tree all by myself and in my own tasteful fashion this year. The Christmas tree is the source of our annual Christmas fight, and there is a teeny, tiny, puny, little part of me who is saying, "Ha-HA! Now I will have the tree all to myself, and I can color coordinate with baby's breath and freshly cut pine. And no one will be using the fake silk flower lights or the gold-embossed paper cut-outs of classic cars. Mwa-HA-HAAAAA!!" I really am a Virgo, huh!
School starts Tuesday. I have shiny new pens, shiny new highlighters, shiny new paper and shiny new underwear. Today, I'll be shopping for the hip yet tasteful clothing that has become my trademark. It's tough being a fashionista, but what choice do I have? Rider and I have both learned to make sacrifices for our country. She does it her way; I do it mine. And the country is better for it.
So join me in bidding this wretched summer goodbye.
Adieu, adieu, crappy summer! ADIEU!
I have never been so happy to see the back of a season. What a stressful, annoying three months! I did have some fun, but not enough to make it worth my while. If this is the way summers will be from now on, I think I'll skip right to September. I like sweaters more than swimsuits anyway (what hefty girl doesn't!).
Top ten reasons why this summer SUCKED:
1. Rider left. This came after weeks of extreme torture -- the old "We're going to kick her out cause of a bum shoulder -- no wait! We've changed our minds" torture that was so popular with the Mongolian horde in the 4th or 5th century. It certainly works better than the water droplets on the forehead or the "Death From a Thousand Cuts." A few weeks of that merry-go-round and my mind was f&^ked, with special emphasis on the ampersand.
2. Rider left...her dogs. Rider's dogs are sweet, and they truly love Rider. They truly don't love Tegan, so much so that they left deep puncture wounds around her throat. Tegan is going to live, but she suffered a great deal. Rider feels awful, of course, and since she reads this blog, I won't belabor the story. The only reason I bring it up is because... well... it sucked. Therefore it needs must go on my list.
3. I spent a weekend with the in-laws. Most of the time they're great, but this particular time, they weren't. Scholar and I spent the whole weekend fighting, until he realized that he was being hypersensitive in telling me all the qualities about myself that annoyed him. The reason for this hypersensitivity? He was nervous that I was annoying Mama. We worked all this out, and came to a command decision about many things, including future proximity to Mama's house (at least forty miles), childcare (we'll outsource), and appropriate ways to deliver criticism to one's spouse (ie: with jewelry, flowers, or tickets for a cruise). We're a team again.
4. Scholar's sister hit me. Yes, you read that right. Enough said.
5. I worked for my mother. At times, it was a great experience. Most of these times occured on Friday, which was the last day. I don't feel bad about writing that it sucked, because I'm pretty sure Mom thought it did, too. We just don't work well together, and we should have remembered this. I worry about everything. Mom stresses me out. I read something a long time ago that said that Virgos and Aquarians will never understand each other. Virgos require stability; Aquarians fly by the seat of their pants; and both think that the other is crazy. Why I remembered this after eight weeks of panic might indicate that I have lived too long with Aquarians (who outnumber other signs in my family 2:1).
6. Rider left.
7. Rider left.
8. Rider left.
9. We had no money, pretty much all summer. I worked and took classes. Scholar meditated and slept. Even trade?
10. I miss my sister.
So there you have it. Ten compelling reasons why I'm glad this summer is over. Reasons 1, 6-8, and 10 ensure that fall and winter will have a sucky tinge -- she ain't coming back afore Christmas. But I will have the fun of shipping packages, conducted massive IM sessions, and chatting via the new webcam (which I also might use to make a little extra money...). The other bright spot, which I would never admit to Rider (except when she reads this blog), is that I get to decorate the Christmas tree all by myself and in my own tasteful fashion this year. The Christmas tree is the source of our annual Christmas fight, and there is a teeny, tiny, puny, little part of me who is saying, "Ha-HA! Now I will have the tree all to myself, and I can color coordinate with baby's breath and freshly cut pine. And no one will be using the fake silk flower lights or the gold-embossed paper cut-outs of classic cars. Mwa-HA-HAAAAA!!" I really am a Virgo, huh!
School starts Tuesday. I have shiny new pens, shiny new highlighters, shiny new paper and shiny new underwear. Today, I'll be shopping for the hip yet tasteful clothing that has become my trademark. It's tough being a fashionista, but what choice do I have? Rider and I have both learned to make sacrifices for our country. She does it her way; I do it mine. And the country is better for it.
So join me in bidding this wretched summer goodbye.
Adieu, adieu, crappy summer! ADIEU!
posted by Tierant at Sunday, August 28, 2005
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