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My One True Life by wayward heart
December 2002
1Winding Down // Ms. Fix-it
2Winter Wonderland
3Tuesday Tidbits and Soupsicles
4Care Bears and Christmas Preparations
5Holiday Favorites Survey
6i treasure every gifty // Sending Christmas Cards
7Sunshiny Saturday // Oh Doe...Dot a code id by doze....
8Restless Night
9(S)ick with the annual "itis"
10Forget "Chicken Soup"....
11Don't bother me, i'm taking a sick day
12A Thank You Note (and a reply)
13Friday Night Fluff
14Dreams are not enough
15 Drizzly, Dark, and Dreary
16The Baking Elf Arrives
17Quote Du Jour // Quiet Day, Quiet Night, Quiet Feeling
18Peaceful Solitude // Christmas Gift Dilemma
19Quote Du Jour // Merrily i roll along......
20Screw the Balls...and other Christmas Traditions // New Journalist
22Baccala and Christmas Themes // Just a big kid
23Quote Du Jour // What do you do with a Drunken Aussie?
24Last night's email correspondence // Quote Du Jour Holiday Wishes // One More Sleep Till Christmas
25A Very White Christmas
26Old Friends and other stuff
27Nothing much
28A Garbo Night
29Best of Both Worlds // The MochaMobile
30Christmas Came Again
31New Year's Eve Traditions New and Old

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Winding Down // Ms. Fix-it
December 1, 2002

i'm in a rather strange mood....though it's been another relaxing day here. Rick and i got up around 10am, and had some coffee, and chatted in the kitchen. Eventually, an hour or so later, H got up. We all hung around (i finally folded the wash from yesterday).

We went out to the diner for lunch, then came home. H watched the end of the Bills/Dolphins game. i watched figure skating. Rick took a nap.

Later, we all had pie, and watched the skating we had taped while we were out at the diner.

Rick used my computer for awhile while H and i watched the skating, as he's not a big fan.

In the diner, i told H about the clerk at Subway thinking Rick & i were married. We all laughed. Rick made a remark about what an odd marriage that would be. Later i said to him that my first thought when he said that was, "Not all that strange...i'd be getting just about as much sex as i'm getting in my current marriage!" But i didn't say it, cause i didn't want to hurt H's feelings....not when we've been getting along well lately. But it is true nonetheless.

Not that i'd want to live with Rick. i've seen how he lives! Laughing

i messaged L that i'm sorry i haven't been around much this weekend, except for occasional sporadic ICQ messages. He said he understands, and it's been an advantage this weekend, in a way, as he's trying to download some large programs, and can't spare the bandwith. Nice to know i'm missed. FEH. Irked

A few years ago, the year my parents were here, i missed L something dreadful. Here i was surrounded by my family, and it hit me really hard that year that L and i weren't together, and would never BE together for a holiday. He would never meet my parents, or my friends...we'd never spend time together as a "family". That year, it was very hard to accept that. i cried myself to sleep more than one night that weekend.

But this year, it's different. It'll be nice to chat with him again tomorrow night, but i can't say i really missed him any more than he missed me. We know we'll chat again when we can....and for the few days we can't, it's no longer a big deal. Come to think of it, even when we do chat, it's not such a 'big deal' any more. It's just what it is. Nice. Not life-changing, but....nice.

My knee has been burning and aching all day long....i remember waking up in the middle of the night in pain, so i must've twisted it in my sleep. i took some ibuprofen this afternoon, but they didn't help much. Oh well. i'll live.

i'll be sorry to see Rick leave tomorrow. i've liked having him around again. Wish he still lived in town. i know he's happy back in his hometown for the most part, but i really miss him. The only person i ever go out with (besides H, of course) is Karen. And while i love Girls' Night Out, i sometimes wish i had a bit more of a 'social life'. Not that i'm any kind of a party-ier, or want to spend every night going our or doing things, but i do sometimes get a little lonely....and just chatting with L isn't always "enough".

Enough to watch TV, and spend the rest of the evening with Rick while he's here.


Went to use the bathroom a while ago, pushed the handle to flush....and....SNAP! The arm that connects the handle to the rubber flap snapped right in two! Surprised

i took a good look, and it's a simple repair....Tomorrow after work, i'll have to go get a new handle/arm assembly and put the toilet back to rights. :nod:

i asked H if he wanted to fix it....he just said No . One of the advantages of growing up in an apartment is that, whenever stuff like this happens, you call the super and he comes up and fixes it.

The disadvantage to that, is you never learn to handle simple repairs yourself. Not that i know all that much....but i'm willing to at least try. And often times i can jerryrig something that will work....sometimes short term, but sometimes it's a good fix.

Like using large paper clips to reattach the flapper to the chain. They were temporary, cause they'd rust through in time, and need replacing. But they're cheap *smile*

And i reattached the handle on the bathroom faucet in our apartment in B'klyn with a cotter pin. Worked great, and was still there when we moved out!

i don't really mind doing these simple type repairs. In fact, i rather wish i knew more about doing stuff like that....rewiring lamps, or fixing simple things.

My mom's pretty handy...she learned from Grandpa. My Dad is more like my husband....not a handy sort at all. He loves painting and decorating and crafty type things, but is not a "do-it-yourself'er".

H is absolutely not handy in the least Shaking head it's probably just as well that he doesn't try to pretend he is....that would be even worse! Rolling Eyes
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