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tiki, pokey, tasty
Mar. 11th, 2013 01:04 pmI haven't posted in a while not because I was in a funk but because I've been moving around over the weekend.
Tiki: Saturday was the surprise fiftieth birthday party for Nibs' Mr. Right Now. She and he had a night together on Friday, so I was staying with m'boy at the old old place. After a night and a morning of haranguing him through chores, I delivered my son, a Hawaiian shirt for him courtesy of value village, tiki torches, and fuel to Mr. Right Now's place. I wasn't invited to the party, but I don't mind. Mr. Right Now is OK with me; he makes Nibs happy and, frankly, keeps her out of my hair. If only some kind of poly marriage were legal: he makes bank, and could probably afford a second wife, even one with Nibs' prodigious medical expenses.
Speaking of fiftieth birthdays, mine is a Saturday, so save the date: January 20th, 2018. I'm not quite sure what will be involved, but there will be a dance floor, tunes, and some kind of dressing up.
Pokey: I had my first six-hour zappy session in quite some time, possibly since before the Grand Snip. My face is currently a bit numb. Go ahead, slap me. Back in the bad old days I used to have trouble with my back and legs from lying supine on a table and trying not to move too much. Yesterday wasn't nearly as bad. The reason? Yoga, I think. My guess is that I've strengthened my core enough that long-haul zappy doesn't pose the horrors that it once did. That's good news not least because scheduling zappy around my son and my social life has always been a hassle.
Tasty: I had a lovely late dinner with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ionan, his lovely wife J, and a friend of theirs. I was surprised to discover that they live within walking distance of me; had I allowed more time, I would have walked because I live in Seattle now and I can do that, baybee. Mm, Burners who like bleepy goodness.
Tiki: Saturday was the surprise fiftieth birthday party for Nibs' Mr. Right Now. She and he had a night together on Friday, so I was staying with m'boy at the old old place. After a night and a morning of haranguing him through chores, I delivered my son, a Hawaiian shirt for him courtesy of value village, tiki torches, and fuel to Mr. Right Now's place. I wasn't invited to the party, but I don't mind. Mr. Right Now is OK with me; he makes Nibs happy and, frankly, keeps her out of my hair. If only some kind of poly marriage were legal: he makes bank, and could probably afford a second wife, even one with Nibs' prodigious medical expenses.
Speaking of fiftieth birthdays, mine is a Saturday, so save the date: January 20th, 2018. I'm not quite sure what will be involved, but there will be a dance floor, tunes, and some kind of dressing up.
Pokey: I had my first six-hour zappy session in quite some time, possibly since before the Grand Snip. My face is currently a bit numb. Go ahead, slap me. Back in the bad old days I used to have trouble with my back and legs from lying supine on a table and trying not to move too much. Yesterday wasn't nearly as bad. The reason? Yoga, I think. My guess is that I've strengthened my core enough that long-haul zappy doesn't pose the horrors that it once did. That's good news not least because scheduling zappy around my son and my social life has always been a hassle.
Tasty: I had a lovely late dinner with
ionan, his lovely wife J, and a friend of theirs. I was surprised to discover that they live within walking distance of me; had I allowed more time, I would have walked because I live in Seattle now and I can do that, baybee. Mm, Burners who like bleepy goodness.
