So, the camping trip. It went well. It rained for a day and a half, which was actually quite pleasant. The vintage trailer has an awning and the neighbors brought their free-standing awning, so we had some covered outdoor space.
In a rainy climate, there is little as important as covered outdoor space.
Well, ok, yeah, food and stuff. But, everyone needs a place to go outside and breath and not get rained on. We need that here. It's important. And, it's important to all of us, not just the smokers, although it's essential for them.
So. Dry. Mostly.
The campground was lovely. Towering firs so darkly green, big leaf maple begin to change color, the fall wildflowers holding their heads up in the rain. And, of course, the ferns and mosses. Aahhhh... forest bathing was wonderful. I just typed 'forest breathing' instead... should have left it. It's the breath, always.
Yes, we had a good time. Occasionally I felt like T and I could descend into snippiness, but we rose above it.
We sat around the fire, we hiked some of the trails, we took our dogs to the fenced off leash area (which was quite a hike by itself!), we took a nap or two. All good. On one of the nights, the clouds had cleared out and we walked up to the big empty meadow to take in the stars. Oh, so fine to see them! Living in the city takes away so much starshine, and if you add the cloudy skies to it, well, we rarely get that amount of beautiful stargazing in one evening. It was Stellar! Lol!
It was good for us to get out of town for a few days. It was quiet and relaxing.
We've had a few flare ups in the week since, but overall... holding somewhat steady. T has another challenge coming up this weekend, though. I'm going down to California to visit my very ill best friend. She got tickets for us to see Dolly Parton at the Hollywood Bowl! I've had to remind T a couple of times lately that I am allowed to have friends and to visit/hang out with them.
Other than that, friends, it's been pretty much ok around here. What's happening in your world?
26 September 2016
15 September 2016
Premature Positivity
Life as a Pollyanna
It's so pleasant to live life looking for the positive in all things.
Except when reality rears up and smacks one in the face.
So, yes, I thought things were pretty smooth with the gal. I thought we had weathered the worst of the transition to living apart and now everything would move easily along. Ha. Silly me. There's lots more drama stored up in that woman than I was expecting. She had a huge meltdown this past weekend.
It started because I went to a soccer match with a friend. A friend, yes a lesbian friend, but still a friend and not a fling. T knows this friend well and knows that I have zero interest in her except as a friend.
And, here's the thing that really bugs me: this particular friend, Ang, has been a consistent and regular and welcoming person, inviting me/us over for drinks or meals or game nights, etc. I've known her longer than I've known T, and she has been a better friend than any of T's friends.
The soccer match (Go Thorns!) was last Wednesday. Then, because summer is almost over and time's awasting, Ang and I decided to can peaches on Saturday. It's a long and laborious project, but we did it last year and wanted to do it again. As to be expected, it took hours and hours to get through 3 boxes of peaches. (Boy, do they look good!) However, my squirrel-brained partner decided that I was avoiding her and surely looking to 'hook up' with Ang. Oh, good grief.
The real kicker was that there was another soccer match on Sunday. I had planned to go to it, again with Ang because she has season tickets and offered. T knew this. But, on Sunday while we were watching football, she had a meltdown about how I was choosing Ang over her and why didn't I just admit that I wanted to break up with her and be with someone else. Much drama ensued.
Here's the thing, people: I'm 57 years old. I am not interested in playing these stupid relationship games. It's like fucking high school around here, sometimes. I DO NOT LIKE THAT.
And, I do not like having to justify my life. I get to have friends. I get to have other interests. I get to live my life the way that I want to. I'm 57! I'm not going to spend the next couple of decades making sure someone else is 'ok' with the choices I make.
Here's what I want: A partner who has a life of her own but enjoys spending quality time with me. Someone who doesn't assume that I'm unfaithful just because I have friends and a life of my own. I'm not certain that T is that person.
Now, I know that I can swing back and forth on the relationship pendulum. There are things I love about T and reasons I want to be with her, but when shit like this blows up - all I want to do is shut it down. I'm in a shut it down mood this week, for sure.
But, because plans are made long in advance, we just happen to be going camping this weekend with our friends and best neighbors. We are going on Friday and coming home on Monday. I'm not worried about how we will get along. We are champions at smoothing things over. And, we are all looking forward to getting out of the city and into the woods. It's a good thing, and it's one of the things we both enjoy. Hell, all four of us enjoy it! We will definitely have a good time. Our issues will not go away, but we will be able to put them on hold for a few days.
Long term, though, this situation may be asking too much of T. I know that she would rather be in a more traditional relationship than I am offering. I know that this is better for me, but it's up to her to decide if it's going to be enough for her satisfaction.
In the meantime, bring on the camping! Bring on the Forest Bathing!
It's so pleasant to live life looking for the positive in all things.
Except when reality rears up and smacks one in the face.
So, yes, I thought things were pretty smooth with the gal. I thought we had weathered the worst of the transition to living apart and now everything would move easily along. Ha. Silly me. There's lots more drama stored up in that woman than I was expecting. She had a huge meltdown this past weekend.
It started because I went to a soccer match with a friend. A friend, yes a lesbian friend, but still a friend and not a fling. T knows this friend well and knows that I have zero interest in her except as a friend.
And, here's the thing that really bugs me: this particular friend, Ang, has been a consistent and regular and welcoming person, inviting me/us over for drinks or meals or game nights, etc. I've known her longer than I've known T, and she has been a better friend than any of T's friends.
The soccer match (Go Thorns!) was last Wednesday. Then, because summer is almost over and time's awasting, Ang and I decided to can peaches on Saturday. It's a long and laborious project, but we did it last year and wanted to do it again. As to be expected, it took hours and hours to get through 3 boxes of peaches. (Boy, do they look good!) However, my squirrel-brained partner decided that I was avoiding her and surely looking to 'hook up' with Ang. Oh, good grief.
The real kicker was that there was another soccer match on Sunday. I had planned to go to it, again with Ang because she has season tickets and offered. T knew this. But, on Sunday while we were watching football, she had a meltdown about how I was choosing Ang over her and why didn't I just admit that I wanted to break up with her and be with someone else. Much drama ensued.
Here's the thing, people: I'm 57 years old. I am not interested in playing these stupid relationship games. It's like fucking high school around here, sometimes. I DO NOT LIKE THAT.
And, I do not like having to justify my life. I get to have friends. I get to have other interests. I get to live my life the way that I want to. I'm 57! I'm not going to spend the next couple of decades making sure someone else is 'ok' with the choices I make.
Here's what I want: A partner who has a life of her own but enjoys spending quality time with me. Someone who doesn't assume that I'm unfaithful just because I have friends and a life of my own. I'm not certain that T is that person.
Now, I know that I can swing back and forth on the relationship pendulum. There are things I love about T and reasons I want to be with her, but when shit like this blows up - all I want to do is shut it down. I'm in a shut it down mood this week, for sure.
But, because plans are made long in advance, we just happen to be going camping this weekend with our friends and best neighbors. We are going on Friday and coming home on Monday. I'm not worried about how we will get along. We are champions at smoothing things over. And, we are all looking forward to getting out of the city and into the woods. It's a good thing, and it's one of the things we both enjoy. Hell, all four of us enjoy it! We will definitely have a good time. Our issues will not go away, but we will be able to put them on hold for a few days.
Long term, though, this situation may be asking too much of T. I know that she would rather be in a more traditional relationship than I am offering. I know that this is better for me, but it's up to her to decide if it's going to be enough for her satisfaction.
In the meantime, bring on the camping! Bring on the Forest Bathing!
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