May. 25th, 2006 10:43 am
Little staws accumulate on the camel
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mizarchivistI don't feel like I've broken, but I'm feeling the weight of things adding up.
- hormones color all. It's been a less heinous month for that, I feel, so I can be more zen about not being zen now, if that makes sense.
- Word from cousin Jody. It looks like her soon to be husband broke the terms of his visa by working. Border guards bullied both he and his sister (traveling together) after they found her paystub. They then bullied him into admission of guilt. They threatened jail and offered voluntary deportation instead. Fiance felt pushed into it on the spot and so forth. Jody and he had planned to get married quietly before this, but circumstances have changed that. The immigration lawyer consulted feels that there's a very good chance that they can get him back, but the sister- not likely within the next 10 years. She's stressed to the gills and feeling sort of guilty for the whole thing, even though it was none of her doing. Once he's back in the states, a second wedding party and welcome home party will happen in SF.
- I called Dad to tell him the news and was told that the Big Land Developer (aka Satan) back home bought the elementary school property and it's slated for heavy residential for the baseball fields and playground and the historic part, if it's not accidentally knocked down by a careless bulldozer, will be yet more retail. Something was bound to happen with my old school. It was likely going to suck. There goes the neighborhood. Literally. I hated waking up to the sound of the ballgames in early summer, but rather that than overpopulating the best neighborhood in that town whose soul is being sucked from the marrow and thrown away to the dogs of consumerism. Assholes. Hateful. It will make my parents' rather likely eventual move that much easier to bear.
- I am completely demoralized at the political bullshit that just never ends in this country of ours. I don't really want to talk about that at all, but it's very much affecting my mood to the Nth degree today.
FYI, I don't want there-there/hugs so very. None save the last is really end-of-the-world by any stretch of the imagination and I know that. I just needed to write that all down so hopefully I can move on with my day and/or so folk know why I'm like this without being broken-record girl.
- hormones color all. It's been a less heinous month for that, I feel, so I can be more zen about not being zen now, if that makes sense.
- Word from cousin Jody. It looks like her soon to be husband broke the terms of his visa by working. Border guards bullied both he and his sister (traveling together) after they found her paystub. They then bullied him into admission of guilt. They threatened jail and offered voluntary deportation instead. Fiance felt pushed into it on the spot and so forth. Jody and he had planned to get married quietly before this, but circumstances have changed that. The immigration lawyer consulted feels that there's a very good chance that they can get him back, but the sister- not likely within the next 10 years. She's stressed to the gills and feeling sort of guilty for the whole thing, even though it was none of her doing. Once he's back in the states, a second wedding party and welcome home party will happen in SF.
- I called Dad to tell him the news and was told that the Big Land Developer (aka Satan) back home bought the elementary school property and it's slated for heavy residential for the baseball fields and playground and the historic part, if it's not accidentally knocked down by a careless bulldozer, will be yet more retail. Something was bound to happen with my old school. It was likely going to suck. There goes the neighborhood. Literally. I hated waking up to the sound of the ballgames in early summer, but rather that than overpopulating the best neighborhood in that town whose soul is being sucked from the marrow and thrown away to the dogs of consumerism. Assholes. Hateful. It will make my parents' rather likely eventual move that much easier to bear.
- I am completely demoralized at the political bullshit that just never ends in this country of ours. I don't really want to talk about that at all, but it's very much affecting my mood to the Nth degree today.
FYI, I don't want there-there/hugs so very. None save the last is really end-of-the-world by any stretch of the imagination and I know that. I just needed to write that all down so hopefully I can move on with my day and/or so folk know why I'm like this without being broken-record girl.
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Impotence continues
I will be able to think about Jody-present thing, but acting on it won't work for a while til I am way more calm (and after rent is done again). ... oh- I may well focus card-making for her. That's something that's both free and good focus-making.
Re: Impotence continues