With this metal in my leg, will I set off alarms at the airport?
I haven't yet...but you might with them suspicous looks of yours
Last night when I got back to the room, I got a popsicle-- the best popsicle I ever tasted in my life!
I like the ones that look like a red, white and blue rocket...Doctor RJ, are they OKAY for me to eat {Sheesh..she is so strict !}
What movie are y'all watching?
I must reeeaally be an interesting date...both girls were out like a light before the opening credits were done
Cute kids movie/cartoon....Madagascar I think it's really helping me decipher Mojo's zoo...instead of cows, swans & monkeys, it stars a lion, a zebra, a hippo, a giraffe, 4 military penguins and some lemurs...on second thought...I'm still lost Although a lemur is in the primate family...is it possible to spank a lemur? {sigh...still no lovable ferret }
ETA:
Here's the doomaflatchie for my foot (excuse the technical language):
Hey, I like it ! Now here's the beer hat, lets brainstorm this idea of combining the two. I'm seeing $$$$$ Lil, between you and me, the guy kind of looks like he should be going to school at Ohio State {sorry Corri & Fearless...least I could do }
Better today. I'm really getting into the slacker lifestyle. I got myself a mandala coloring book and a set of 50 crayola markers, and I've been coloring. The meds make me sleepy, which is lovely...
BF is much better with both his mom and me here at the same place. Much more temper control. I think because it's actually possible to manage when we're both together.
I'm observing his planning and thinking processes and they are out of whack... I guess part of it is the stress. But some of it is just the way he looks at the world. He seems unable to sort out important-unimportant, urgent-not urgent. Everything is a top priority and he doesn't know how to move things to the back burner (unless it's me, of course).
Today he has to go out to the bar to sign checks-- that's about 35 miles north of where I'm currently sitting. And then he has to go to my house to feed kitties and get my mail. That's about 40 miles south of where I'm currently sitting. He has choir practice in 45 minutes (concert is tomorrow night-- I won't get to sing ). I have a beautician friend coming to the apt tomorrow to give me and mom pedicures. And then I hear him in the doorway negotiating with one of the maintenance staff here to come in and paint the apartment tomorrow! Huh?! How can we have painters in here tomorrow? IMHO the apt doesn't need painting anyway.
I said, "I'm going to give you my unsolicited opinion."
He said, "Are ya, now?" in a fake Irish accent.
I said, "This is not a good time to get the apartment painted. A better time is when your mom is out of here for 24 hours getting chemotherapy."
He said, "Yeah, I'm gonna get back with that guy this afternoon and straighten this out."
But the guy just left 10 minutes ago and the last order was come in and paint tomorrow. BF will not see it as a priority to call the man and cancel. He'll forget or just won't do it. It's not my problem, and I'm not going to try to fix it; it's just maddening to sit here and watch this screwy thinking in action.
One thing he does that really messes him up is he answers the phone every time. He should let more calls go to voice mail and just listen to the message. That would take seconds, as compared with many long minutes of conversation. He can be talking to me about something fairly important, and when the phone rings, he will answer it and go into a long conversation.
These aren't really complaints, just observations of his quirkiness. He doesn't seem to give himself permission to keep his boundaries in place. Hmmmm... that's interesting. He feels that when someone calls, he must answer, if his mom asks for something, he must do it immediately... I guess that's part of the reason why every request of mine feels like a demand-- because of what I said above: he can't sort out the important stuff from the other stuff. Even when I say that a request of mine is not particularly important (like "bring my red earrings, but if you can't find them, that's okay"), he still insists on treating it as if it's a very serious thing and a huge failure if he doesn't bring the red earrings).
He was lamenting the other day that he doesn't have any time to himself. It's true, he doesn't. But no one (except me) is going to give him that time or insist that he take that time. He will have to take it for himself-- and that will mean saying no to some people, NOT answering the phone sometimes, backing out of tasks he thought he could do but finds he can't. He wants to do everything (very 7-ish) and he's spread way too thin.
But apart from that, it's really very pleasant being here. Much more pleasant that being at home by myself. The apartment is quiet. I have a nice view from the sofa out the sliding patio doors we're on the second floor). Down in the grass are, inexplicably, two hens and a rooster. They go pecking around making cute little chicken noises. There's a hawk that flies over and then they run under the bushes up against the building. Simple entertainment.
Weird merry-go-round... I think I need a nap.
Now it's 11:45. Choir is at 12:15, and instead of getting dressed (he's still in his jammies), he's out on the balcony smoking a ciggie. He can't miss practice today because he has a solo. The choir is doing an Ave Maria by Biebl that Chanticleer does... it's absolutely beautiful, and he has the opening lines... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVBsNUXg_YM&feature=related
"The choir is doing an Ave Maria by Biebl that Chanticleer does... it's absolutely beautiful, and he has the opening lines..."
We did that in the college choir I was in, then Chanticleer came to our campus later that year and it was on their program. It is one of the more hauntingly beautiful choir pieces ever written. I love the pianissimo part just after the 3rd refrain. Such amazing dissonance resolving into beautiful major chords. Their is a reason Chanticleer is called the "orchestra of voices." I love their rendition of "In the Bleak Midwinter" too, almost brings a tear to my eye when I hear it ...
Lionel
"Recollect me darlin, raise me to your lips, two undernourished egos, four rotating hips"
We saw Chanticleer in person just before my fall, and they were fabulous! Each of those guys has enough talent and personality to be a solo performer.
You're so right about "In the Bleak Midwinter." That is also my second favorite of all of their songs. It always makes me cry. The last time my bf and I went away at Christmas to visit my stepson and DIL (she is the choir director of their little church), the four of us did "In the Bleak Midwinter" at the Christmas Eve service.
On that youtube site with the Ave Maria is a link to a video of them doing an Irish song (maybe Scottish?) called Dulaman. They did that here as an encore. Fabulous!
Dangit Lil, I hate being stuck out in the boonies where there are no good concerts.
You are very right about their individual talents. Being a bass myself, I was just in absolute awe of their deep bass singer. That one guy alone made the entire concert hall reverberate. And their countertenors hit notes a talented soprano would have a hard time with. After the concert I spoke briefly with the bass singer. His laugh was just as booming, almost shattered my eardrums standing right next to him.
Some of their music ... man ... it seems impossible that voices can blend so seamlessly together. I'll bet if someone did an FFT on them, all of the overtones would be perfect.
Sigh.
Well, if your BF can sing anywhere near as good as those guys, I can see why you are attracted to him (among other reasons).
Chrome
"Recollect me darlin, raise me to your lips, two undernourished egos, four rotating hips"
Dang, I just had this overwhelming feeling that several of us were hearing that song at the same time and all enjoying it and maybe even sharing a tear or two. Sometimes its good to be a human with feelings.
Of course I think I'm somewhere on the extreme end of the sentimental bell curve.
Chrome
p.s. No, I'm not gay. /end{stereotyping}
"Recollect me darlin, raise me to your lips, two undernourished egos, four rotating hips"
Lil, I just ran some of your bf's behaviors/actions past BB. She worked with alcoholic clients.
I agree...and I was also thinking that he sounds ADDH-y as well.
Lil, Glad you are in better spirits today. You sound comfortably detached. There are many people who would envy the opportunity to watch hens and roosters and sit out the holiday season. As I mentioned previously, my friends remarked how calm I looked when I was forced to be non-mobile.
Thanks for the info from BB, Lou-- that makes sense.
I do have the George Winston album "December" and I love it. Another favorite is "Winter Solstice II." I know there are a million Winter Solstice's now, but that one is my fav.
Here are the words by Georgina Rossetti:
In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone: snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, in the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain. Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign. In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Enough for him, whom cherubim worship night and day, A breastful of milk and a mangerful of hay; Enough for him whom angels fall down before, The ox and ass and camel which adore.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air. But only his mother, in her maiden bliss, Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
What can I give him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb. If I were a Wise Man I would do my part. Yet what I can I give him: give my heart.
{Sheesh..she is so strict !}
{sorry Corri & Fearless...least I could do 
I got myself a mandala coloring book and a set of 50 crayola markers, and I've been coloring. The meds make me sleepy, which is lovely... 