Watching a Cubs game in November with the windows open and eating a popsicle. WTF is going on. I think the universe just …slid a little.
Normally by this time of year, the mist has already settled upon Lérida, which sits on the confluence of the Ebro and Segre rivers. The place becomes a seemingly-permanent throwback to 19th-century London, although at least the pea soup is mainly H2O. It is so dense and stays for so long that between late October and early March the preferred Sunday trip is up to nearby Fraga to verify that the legends about a bright ball in the sky aren’t merely the ramblings of the very old, the very young and the very drunk.
For the last week, there has been thick mists all over the upper Ebro Valley, but as soon as you drive down from Fraga to Lérida you do like a vampire, scream “aaaaaah the sun!” and frantically switch to your sunglasses.
Other than that, no, the weather it isn’t a-changing.
Sampler weekend from October:
friday, a guy tries to exit a roundabout via my car. The laws of physics intervene. Oops. I manage to convince the insurance to send both car and me to where my mother and brothers live rather than to the garage closest to my home of record. I call my brother to borrow “my” car (it’s my old car and he still hasn’t changed the title).
Saturday, turns out that my brother, trying to be kind to Mom, had left the car in the “blue zone” and by the time we go down to get it I’ve been ticketed. Crap. Oh well. Enjoyable lunches with friends are had by both.
Sunday after Mass and tapas lunch, we switch the phones back on and get the news that her mother has died (the announcement that the shark-fishing thread from which she was hanging for the last N years was looking frayed had taken place on the first Monday of the month).
Monday, the body shop says it’s going to be at least two weeks to fix my car. Since my insurance only covers a replacement for 5 days, I rent one.
There’s also been a cancer diagnosis for my brother’s mother in law, and leaving my job for what will hopefully be a better one, and a lot of crap to rent a flat in the Barcelona area, but that weekend was like a “ok, God, not many like this willya?” sample.
I’m certainly hoping that November will be better. So far, yesterday I went to see a Doctor in a room full of strangers and we found it good. Today is my first day in the new project and I sign and get the keys for the flat. Oh, and I’ll be returning the rental at the airport (my car isn’t ready yet; one of the parts isn’t even available in Spain, and France has said they needed to order it from the factory; Just In Time can kiss my car’s ass).
So tired of trying to scramble financially.
I had a MadMex gobbleritofor dinner last night. (feliz día de los Muertos!)
Now I’m still too full to eat breakfast.
{{{Nava}}}
I hope things start getting better for you soon!
Today is my birthday. My husband planned a nice family party for tonight, but I really don’t feel like doing anything social lately. I think I would much prefer to sit in bed with a nice glass of wine and watch mindless tv all night. But I don’t want to be ungrateful. Sigh.
A week ago, a close family friend stated she was not feeling so well, would be taking a few weeks off from work to find out what’s going on…
She’s been taken off of life support as of last night, if she is alive tonight I will be surprised.
Her husband discovered a few weeks ago that he has prostate cancer. They were in the process of adopting their granddaughter, whose mother has major medical issues and too many children to handle and whose father who is in jail.
These were the people who helped my family when my dad was dying. She was the one any of us could go when things were bad - she would just listen and love us. She talked me out of ending it all a few times. Give her 10 minutes and she could organize an army, all willing to do what she wanted. A powerhouse. And now her brain is a sponge and she’ll be dead shortly.
It’s not right.
We need a MadMex in Austin. Could you speak to them about this? Soon. Before gobblerito season is over.
I’m so sorry.
Can I just be unconscious for a month, please?
I hate this time of year. Every fucking year, my PTSD ramps up, I start ruminating on bullshit, and I become emotionally volatile and even more distractible than usual. I try so hard for it not to become a self-fulfilling prophesy, but if I ignore it, it just gets worse. I flounder under a lack of structure. Emotionally, I begin to feel less 33 and more 12.
Right now I am just falling the fuck apart, if not emotionally then in actual practice. I have no structure in my life right now. I have a part time job but my boss quit a couple of months ago so I don’t currently have a supervisor. They don’t care whether I’m there or whether I’m working from home. My inability to get anything done is affecting my job performance, though I currently have zero accountability for it. They think I’m great no matter what I do.
This morning I woke up, had planned to go in, but didn’t feel like it, so I just stayed home instead. I spent the morning totally het up about a friend’s Facebook post about a horrible racist thing that happened to her when we were kids. I felt responsible and guilty for not knowing, and picked a fight with one of her dumbshit Facebook friends. And in the midst of my emoting I totally forgot about a lunch date I had set up to talk about adoption with a coworker. She waited at the restaurant for me and everything. 
So to feel better I ordered takeout and spilled my delicious coke all over the damned floor. Same thing I did last week.
I suck. Everything sucks. I’m tired of the constant overwhelm. Everywhere I look is some reminder of something I’m either not doing, or not doing correctly, and my life feels out of control.
I have gained god-knows-how-much weight, thanks to the World Series. Parking my ass in front of the TV for four hours x seven nights, stuffing my face, takes its toll. And with my health issues, any weight gain is a very bad thing. My husband, on the other hand, eats more than I do, and never gains an ounce.
More weight gain anticipated on election night.
Ah, Former Gamer Buddy, you are a complete fucking retard.
As you may or may not recall, he defriended me and another guy back last spring because the other guy posted something about Hillary Clinton and how the Republicans had been ‘investigating’ her for 25 years with zero charges. FGB went off the deep end, claimed “you Democrats just want everyone to be like you” and defriended both of us.
Now he’s completely written off the entire game group and walked away.
Why? Because he continued to make racist jokes and statements and he kept getting called out on them. So his “I quit” message to the group was full of whining about how he is NOT a racist but he’s tired of people calling him one so he’s leaving.
Easy solution, chucklefuck. STOP SAYING RACIST THINGS. You keep being very openly racist. There’s zero deniability on this. Own your fucking words, you coward, because you damn betcha the rest of us will hold you accountable for them.
My gaming group has a strict no-politics rule. Otherwise we would no doubt lose at least one, maybe two of the crew. And playing games is WAY more important to my sanity than politics!
Well that’s the thing. It is no secret that most of the group are NOT right wing Republicans, but like any place else, these right wing people think they can make any sort of comment whenever they want and their ‘free speech’ means that no one else can disagree with them or say anything about it. It’s a 3 year old’s understanding of what “free speech” means.
The guy has had over a year* of people openly calling him out for racist jokes and comments, and instead of getting the clue that this is not the appropriate crowd for such things, he just kept doing it and whining about the reactions he got. :smack:
- The guy lost his job about 2 years ago and spent about 6 months looking for work. I date his dramatic increase in anger and racism from this time - when he discovered that he was competing with a lot of immigrants for those truck driver jobs and he wasn’t just a shoe-in because he was a white guy with experience.
Soooooooo, this might not be the right place to complain that I might not be getting my usual upgrade to first class on my flight this afternoon?
I need a new job. This one isn’t TERRIBLE, but there’s enough assery and microaggressions to make me want to leave. I’m on vacation next week, and hopefully I’ll be able to set up a few interviews and be out of here by Thanksgiving.
Come back when the 400 pound person next to you, who didn’t bother showering this morning, takes up half your seat.
To various family members, co-workers, and internet denizens, not liking sports does not make you an inherently better person. Using phrases like sportsball and purposefully misusing terms from other sports is not funny or clever. I don’t sit there and make fun of the things you are interested in, or claim that my lack of interest makes me a better person than you, so please don’t do so when it comes to sports.
I have a friend that makes his sportsball references hilarious, mostly because he does it in a way that makes it clear he knows exactly what’s going on, he just doesn’t give a flying fuck.
My rant is about O’Hare. Yes, it’s rare that shit goes completely sideways, but having to take a grounded airplane tour of the entire airport (including over a bridge!), a two hour delay late Sunday before work the next morning, then a plane lighting on fire on the tarmac (damn Samsungs anyway), and staying overnight because a late arrival missed a connection, how much shit can go wrong at a single airport? To top it off, I was stuck in Chicago, wearing a Packers jersey, the week after the Packers beat the Bears yet immediately after losing a close on to the Falcons. At least I wasn’t stuck with Vikings fans.
My kids have 7 days off school this month compared to the two I have off work. Plus my daughter has 5 minimum days where they let the kids out at 1pm. Fortunately I am allowed to take as much time off from work as I need but my paycheck is going to really take a hit this month.