since my last post—well, for me, anyhow. Between another bout with ongoing chronic depression and some busy-ness (and a surprising development or two) I haven’t felt the cacoethes scribendi.
I hope the three calls for interviews I’ve had in the last two weeks signifies better days in my job search. Our money situation is getting worse by the week, and I’m still trying desperately to avoid breaking into investments. I had to do that when out of work three years ago, and gutted fifteen years’ worth of retirement savings.
The goddamn roof is still leaking, despite another application of roofing cement. We’ve gotten the leaks down to a pair of very small drips, but it just isn’t water-tight. T’s going to have to go back up there and put on another coat of cement around the duct penetrations, since her hands are the smallest and can get in under the duct shelter the easiest to work. And I’ve got to crawl into the attic space in the next day or two and pull a run of Cat-5 from the back of the house up to the network hub at the front corner, because until I have the Cat-5 in place and stubbed out in receptacles, I can’t put up the new drywall in the nursery, and until that’s done, we can’t move T from her bedroom into the nursery while we demolish and replace T’s ceiling.
I mentioned that when Moon was down here last weekend helping us hang drywall on the nursery ceiling, we surprised each other. The “surprise” was that we had to admit, beyond possibility of denial, that we’d bonded with one another and are strongly connected spiritually, intellectually, and physically. The question then became “what are we going to do about that?” and how Moon’s husband would accept the notion of her having an(other) secondary relationship, since she already has one rather problematic secondary. Fortunately, he decided he could accept me as Moon’s love and friend, so the way is pretty much clear. I think it helped that he’d met me, and decided he liked me, before Moon and I ever got (romantically) to the place we arrived. It’s wonderful when I can agree with my love’s husband on the goal of letting Moon be who and what she is, and be happy.
Moon invited us all to come and visit them in Fort Worth while we’re in Dallas at the Mensa Annual Gathering in July, and we’re looking forward to it—except L, who has well-founded misgivings about being in the same house with four cats. (Cats trigger her asthma.) The visiting may have to get done in the back yard and on the front porch.
Headquarters is user-serviceable outside a gelatinous hypodermic. Fnord.
