So just since I woke up this morning I:
Signed up for classes at http://www.fleisher.org/ They start in January
Signed a lease with Babz for our apartment, 3 bedroom for $700!!! hello studio!, water included!
Talked with Aimee about letterpress, I start with her on Wednesday
Made a long overdue date with a wonderful women for this Friday.
Did deliveries for work and found out the shop is going to be on the 10 show tomorrow. so weird
Went to a meeting with an amazing speaker. Didn't feel like going but, it was totally worth the time.
I think that's it for the day.
So starting in January I go from kinda busy most of the time to super busy all of the time. So awesome!
Working on the Kalmar Nyckel last Friday was rad. I toured the joint, asked a bunch a questions of the lovely Kirin, and mostly sanded blocks. It was a lot of fun. We listened to Flogging Molly and than a band called he Builders and the Butchers, who were really just right up my ally.
There's more stuff in the pipeline and I'll let you know as it comes along.
Have a wonderful evening everyone,
Dan
P.S. I forgot, I worked out, but skipped yoga, due to an injured foot.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
So I should be getting married right about now and...
I feel a little awful about that.
I hope she is doing well today. I would like to see her and just have coffee and tell jokes. Just feel good.
I can't help but still feel for her. It doesn't feel good, doesn't exactly feel bad. I'm glad to be alive, I mean I haven't shut down, I"m feeling, so all in all that's progress over a few years ago.
I indulged my shitty feelings last night. After having a pretty good hang out with Jen and Jess, I drove to south Philly. Drove right past Quaker City String band hall. Thought about how we were supposed to be in there decorating. Thought about how that's probably not ever going to happen. Thought about how a month ago I was living with my fiancee, gathering mailing addresses.
Afterwards, I drove past her apartment, hoping to catch a glimpse, however unlikely. I sent her a happy Thanksgiving email. She didn't respond.
I'm rambling now.
I just want things to be normal. Either normal me, the one who didn't care about this kinda stuff or normal with her, laughing at things, making fun of folks, cooing over kittens and babies.
Either one would be fine, anything but this constant dither, This swinging, pulsing swirl of emotions. I'm getting better, just wish it were happening faster.
Thanks to everyone who's been there for me, strong for me.
I can normally handle emotions, but I don't have any handle on relationships. I just don't have enough experience with it. That was the whole problem from the start huh?
I hope she is doing well today. I would like to see her and just have coffee and tell jokes. Just feel good.
I can't help but still feel for her. It doesn't feel good, doesn't exactly feel bad. I'm glad to be alive, I mean I haven't shut down, I"m feeling, so all in all that's progress over a few years ago.
I indulged my shitty feelings last night. After having a pretty good hang out with Jen and Jess, I drove to south Philly. Drove right past Quaker City String band hall. Thought about how we were supposed to be in there decorating. Thought about how that's probably not ever going to happen. Thought about how a month ago I was living with my fiancee, gathering mailing addresses.
Afterwards, I drove past her apartment, hoping to catch a glimpse, however unlikely. I sent her a happy Thanksgiving email. She didn't respond.
I'm rambling now.
I just want things to be normal. Either normal me, the one who didn't care about this kinda stuff or normal with her, laughing at things, making fun of folks, cooing over kittens and babies.
Either one would be fine, anything but this constant dither, This swinging, pulsing swirl of emotions. I'm getting better, just wish it were happening faster.
Thanks to everyone who's been there for me, strong for me.
I can normally handle emotions, but I don't have any handle on relationships. I just don't have enough experience with it. That was the whole problem from the start huh?
Friendsgiving, Thanksgiving, thoughts on aging, an inadequate movie review. WSB
So Wednesday night was Friendsgiving. I had a pretty good time all told. There were a few crucial folk missing, but the ones that were there more then made up for it. Smiles were had by all. I did my best to not be a debbie downer and I think I did alright.
Thanksgiving itself was another story entirely.
The day started for me waking up bummed out. I should have been in Easton with her, hammering out the last details of our wedding. I woke up wrong, just wrong.Then things got worse.
My Dad called his Aunt Mary around 2:30 or so. They chatted for a bit and then he hung up because Uncle Jimmy was giving her a hard time or at least that's what my pop thought. Aunt Mary calls back 15 minutes later to ask my father to come over and help get Uncle Jimmy off the ground. I went with him because, frankly, Pop isn't what he used to be either.
We show up at their apartment and Aunt Mary meets us in the hall. Seeing Aunt Mary always fucks with me a bit because she is my dead Grandmother's twin, so there's that.
We exchange the normal stuff, some smart remarks, she compliments me on my weight loss, says I should get married (knife in the heart), to which my Dad waves and tries to shut her up. It doesn't work, why would it? If you ever met me you know that trying to stop me from talking about uncomfortable shit doesn't do dick, I had to get it from somewhere.
So when we get into their place Uncle Jimmy is laying on the floor. He looks half dead. He has a head wound from something, liver spots all over, a mess of other cuts. I haven't seen him in about a year and at that time he looked awesome, maybe 70 (he was 91), spry, alive and full of jokes. Now, he made me feel mortal, made me afraid of death. Of growing old, maybe alone. This was not at all what I needed.
Two years before, this man was still doing tree surgery and now he was a shell. Two days before his legs were working, now, not so much. This man is 6'1" 200 lbs. Fit, super fucking fit and now his body is just saying fuck you. I still don't know how I feel about it.
I fireman lift him into a seat and we all sit around and pretend that I didn't just have to do that. It's all fucking awkward. "He's going a bit senile" says Aunt Mary and I believe her.
I watch him trying to open hershey's kisses and it's just not happening. It's fucking terrifying and I just want to split.
One of her kids is dying of face cancer, one has some neurological disease that messes with his ability to speak, walk, and motor skill, but his brain is still totally intact (nightmare, I'd put a bullet in my brain before I let it get that far), and her husband looks to be checking out. And all Mary keeps telling me, the one thing she's repeating like a broken record, God love her, is "don't give up hope, things could still work out" in reference to me and Amanda.
FUCK.
I make a motion to my Pop. I need to go. He tells Mare we are going to be late for dinner. She accepts this so we begin making our good byes. I kiss her goodbye and hug Jimmy and leave my Dad there. While I'm walking to the elevator I hear Jimmy bellow "I want to go with Ronald, We should go to Ronald's house", I take the stairs.
We make it home without saying much and Mom has dinner on the table when we walk in. I gorge on everything just to feel alive, to murder that sad, desperate feeling of futility that has now taken up residence in my heart, like a little bird in a tree. Twenty minutes later, I fall asleep mid conversation with my brother.
I don't think it was from the food. I think I just shut down. I hit a wall and my brain said "no more of this, we need a break".
Two hours later I come to. I feel remarkably better. Just bad now, instead of horrendous.
My friend Jennifer called while I was dead, so I called her back. We made plans to go see a movie for 9, my treat. She has been a super hero for me the last few weeks so I wanted to treat her, besides doing nice things for women makes me feel good.
We went to see "Due Date" it was just alright
Thanksgiving itself was another story entirely.
The day started for me waking up bummed out. I should have been in Easton with her, hammering out the last details of our wedding. I woke up wrong, just wrong.Then things got worse.
My Dad called his Aunt Mary around 2:30 or so. They chatted for a bit and then he hung up because Uncle Jimmy was giving her a hard time or at least that's what my pop thought. Aunt Mary calls back 15 minutes later to ask my father to come over and help get Uncle Jimmy off the ground. I went with him because, frankly, Pop isn't what he used to be either.
We show up at their apartment and Aunt Mary meets us in the hall. Seeing Aunt Mary always fucks with me a bit because she is my dead Grandmother's twin, so there's that.
We exchange the normal stuff, some smart remarks, she compliments me on my weight loss, says I should get married (knife in the heart), to which my Dad waves and tries to shut her up. It doesn't work, why would it? If you ever met me you know that trying to stop me from talking about uncomfortable shit doesn't do dick, I had to get it from somewhere.
So when we get into their place Uncle Jimmy is laying on the floor. He looks half dead. He has a head wound from something, liver spots all over, a mess of other cuts. I haven't seen him in about a year and at that time he looked awesome, maybe 70 (he was 91), spry, alive and full of jokes. Now, he made me feel mortal, made me afraid of death. Of growing old, maybe alone. This was not at all what I needed.
Two years before, this man was still doing tree surgery and now he was a shell. Two days before his legs were working, now, not so much. This man is 6'1" 200 lbs. Fit, super fucking fit and now his body is just saying fuck you. I still don't know how I feel about it.
I fireman lift him into a seat and we all sit around and pretend that I didn't just have to do that. It's all fucking awkward. "He's going a bit senile" says Aunt Mary and I believe her.
I watch him trying to open hershey's kisses and it's just not happening. It's fucking terrifying and I just want to split.
One of her kids is dying of face cancer, one has some neurological disease that messes with his ability to speak, walk, and motor skill, but his brain is still totally intact (nightmare, I'd put a bullet in my brain before I let it get that far), and her husband looks to be checking out. And all Mary keeps telling me, the one thing she's repeating like a broken record, God love her, is "don't give up hope, things could still work out" in reference to me and Amanda.
FUCK.
I make a motion to my Pop. I need to go. He tells Mare we are going to be late for dinner. She accepts this so we begin making our good byes. I kiss her goodbye and hug Jimmy and leave my Dad there. While I'm walking to the elevator I hear Jimmy bellow "I want to go with Ronald, We should go to Ronald's house", I take the stairs.
We make it home without saying much and Mom has dinner on the table when we walk in. I gorge on everything just to feel alive, to murder that sad, desperate feeling of futility that has now taken up residence in my heart, like a little bird in a tree. Twenty minutes later, I fall asleep mid conversation with my brother.
I don't think it was from the food. I think I just shut down. I hit a wall and my brain said "no more of this, we need a break".
Two hours later I come to. I feel remarkably better. Just bad now, instead of horrendous.
My friend Jennifer called while I was dead, so I called her back. We made plans to go see a movie for 9, my treat. She has been a super hero for me the last few weeks so I wanted to treat her, besides doing nice things for women makes me feel good.
We went to see "Due Date" it was just alright
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
So this is pretty new to me
So I am finishing up migrating my life on the tubes. Slowly things are getting back to "normal" for me, except that I have a mess of new interests!
1. I'm going to be learning letterpress printing beginning next month. A friend of a friend is opening a shop in Port Richmond and is going to show me what's up in exchange for labor.
2. I begin volunteering on the http://www.kalmarnyckel.org on Friday. It's a tall ship at port in Wilmington DE in the winter months. They have a crew training program that begins in January and goes for 12 Saturdays
3. I began taking yoga and, surprisingly, I love it!
4. last but not least I met two wonderful women on Monday who, after hearing about some of my recent trials and tribulations, suggested I start a blog. As you all can see, I'm doing just that. I'll link to there blogs in the comments once I look them up.
If you want to hear about any of the things I wrote above, or my life generally, stay tuned
1. I'm going to be learning letterpress printing beginning next month. A friend of a friend is opening a shop in Port Richmond and is going to show me what's up in exchange for labor.
2. I begin volunteering on the http://www.kalmarnyckel.org on Friday. It's a tall ship at port in Wilmington DE in the winter months. They have a crew training program that begins in January and goes for 12 Saturdays
3. I began taking yoga and, surprisingly, I love it!
4. last but not least I met two wonderful women on Monday who, after hearing about some of my recent trials and tribulations, suggested I start a blog. As you all can see, I'm doing just that. I'll link to there blogs in the comments once I look them up.
If you want to hear about any of the things I wrote above, or my life generally, stay tuned
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