July 5th, 2012

2013, cyd, new


just got home from the party. we set off fireworks and watched a couple of local shows. there was a DJ. we were the oldest at the party and hung out with Brooks and J, his wife and another couple. it was cool being the personal friend of the home owner.

we also did a load of wash over there. a relief, since felix peed on my blanket again. i'm not sure how to stop him.

i'm tired now, and the a/c guy is coming over early to fix the fan and get us some air.

we're having a cook out sunday to celebrate dickhead's leaving us. it should be a nice time.
2013, cyd, new

boxes and bags everywhere

we're not unpacking a lot of stuff until after mike leaves. i am finding the things i need, though. i located the cutting boards so doc can prep and marinate the meat for the grill on sunday. i think i found the box where the plates are, but i need three hands to get to it, so i'll wait until doc gets home to get that out.

i hung the laundry up outside that we washed over at Brooklyn's place. it was dry in a half an hour. and it smells delicious. like i imagine lions smell with the hot and the sand and the air.

i keep talking about how happy the cats are here, and they are. but i've noticed a change in them that i think might be a reflection of the recent change in me. even jack is being affectionate towards me, which he never really has been. they are all more affectionate. especially freddie, who is my constant companion when she's awake. she even gets along with felix now, so the two of them don't fight over me. he gets my lap and she gets the couch next to me.

simon is still hiding all day. he'll come out of it. i can't find him today, but i know he didn't get out. he's just found a new place to sleep. he gets up when mike goes to bed and walks around the house like he owns it and sits in front of the sliding glass door looking out wistfully. he lets me and doc pet him and he let doc give him some steak last night. he was sitting in my window. simon was, not doc. that would be funny, doc sitting in my window. hee.

doc got a small area rug for the bathroom but it's too big. i was bummed, but then i noticed it would look awesome in front of the sink in the kitchen.

yesterday when it was raining, i went into the shed to hear the rain on the tin roof. it was so cool. i forgot about the sound of the rain on a tin roof. there is a happy noise. yep yep.
2013, cyd, new

the newest on the drama

when we moved in here, mike gave us money for the month. not the full rent, or the deposit, but a chunk of rent. doc told him when this began, he would get the money back when he left. doc is taking out some for mike not cleaning his room when he left the old place and leaving a bunch of garbage in his room. mike does not know this yet, but that's not germane to the story. what is, is that mike gets the money when he leaves, this has been established.

this morning, on his way out of the house, he told doc he needs all the money back to put a deposit on the dorm he's moving into. i'm not sure what doc said back to him, but mike left angry and doc was steamed. hours later, as he was putting his shoes on for work, he was still going on about the nerve of mike.

mike still isn't home from work. i'd be home packing if i were him. we still have faith he'll have all of his stuff out saturday. part of the party sunday is to take anything he leaves here out to the curb for trash pickers to go through.

i wonder if he knows how serious doc is. he doesn't say anything, so there's no knowing what he's thinking. he has a mutual friend of doc's at work, and doc could easily call the guy and find out what's going on, but he doesn't want to involve him. good move. doc stays the good guy.

if all goes well, this time next week, i'll be sitting here without pants on, enjoying the freedom of not living with an anti-social sociopath. you'd think he'd have more charisma. freak. he does not give me a good impression of republicans. i thought our political differences made us better friends. no, he just sees me as a burden on society. a "fixture", he called me. dickhead.
2013, cyd, new


mike came outside while i was smoking a cigarette and offered me the peace pipe. we talked, apologized to each other over and over and talked for an hour and a half about stuff and things. we even hugged.

his cats are going to have to stay here. i promised to take good care of them. he'll be able to take them in a while, but he can't have them where he's moving right now. he's happy he's moving in 'alone' where he doesn't know anyone or have to interact with anyone. he's going through some shit and just wants to be alone. everything has worked out for the best, he said. except for his cats. he's going to miss them terribly.

i don't mind keeping them here. max, the shy one, will have a problem with it, but she'll get over it. tech is comfortable here and will be happy.

i'm glad things are working out this way.