Sarasota FL
Today was not the best day we’ve ever had. We were unsuccessful, again, at insulating ourselves from Pat’s morning chaos. We tried to bury ourselves in FarmVille. Our farming neighbors tend to be online early in the morning, so we use this as a coping mechanism. I think it’s only slightly better than overeating. After tending to our crops, orchards, barns, and animals, we headed off into the real world.
Today was not the best day we’ve ever had. We were unsuccessful, again, at insulating ourselves from Pat’s morning chaos. We tried to bury ourselves in FarmVille. Our farming neighbors tend to be online early in the morning, so we use this as a coping mechanism. I think it’s only slightly better than overeating. After tending to our crops, orchards, barns, and animals, we headed off into the real world.
Kelly had found a consignment shop that specialized in women’s clothes, size 14 and up. Since I still needed some short sleeved shirts, I was eager to check it out. We needed some long-sleeved shirts, too, as most of our cold weather clothes were stored in the trailer, and were still inaccessible. We found several shirts we loved! It is so great to leave a store with a bag stuffed full of clothes, and my wallet only a bit lighter.
Unfortunately, we got ourselves into quite an argument. On the surface, it was about this blog and how to organize our material. I think it’s really about the ambiguity and lack of control in our current situation. Our trailer is still in the shop; it’s too cold to camp – water lines would freeze at night; we don’t want to spend our money on a hotel. We’re feeling trapped at Pat’s house. We’re sharing living space and a bathroom with a straight man. Pat doesn’t bother to knock on a closed door. She screams when she encounters a locked door. What started as a nice visit has turned into a stressful extended stay.
Until a couple weeks ago, I could count my real arguments with Kelly on one hand. We have a long history (almost ten years now) of communicating, supporting, and listening to one another. This current mode of communication, distance, and lack of psychological and spiritual intimacy is very unlike us. We don’t have enough practice with fighting to do this well. It’s clear that we’re doing the best we can, but I sure wish this were easier.
I used to end each day thinking that the next would bring fresh hope for an unglitchy trailer. Now I end each day thinking that the next will bring fresh hope for peace and tranquility. I’m longing for a glitchy trailer.
Unfortunately, we got ourselves into quite an argument. On the surface, it was about this blog and how to organize our material. I think it’s really about the ambiguity and lack of control in our current situation. Our trailer is still in the shop; it’s too cold to camp – water lines would freeze at night; we don’t want to spend our money on a hotel. We’re feeling trapped at Pat’s house. We’re sharing living space and a bathroom with a straight man. Pat doesn’t bother to knock on a closed door. She screams when she encounters a locked door. What started as a nice visit has turned into a stressful extended stay.
Until a couple weeks ago, I could count my real arguments with Kelly on one hand. We have a long history (almost ten years now) of communicating, supporting, and listening to one another. This current mode of communication, distance, and lack of psychological and spiritual intimacy is very unlike us. We don’t have enough practice with fighting to do this well. It’s clear that we’re doing the best we can, but I sure wish this were easier.
I used to end each day thinking that the next would bring fresh hope for an unglitchy trailer. Now I end each day thinking that the next will bring fresh hope for peace and tranquility. I’m longing for a glitchy trailer.
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