Silence settles over the neighborhood.
People are relaxing. The shooter's long gone, they say, he wouldn't have stayed around here for this long.
The police are less in evidence. The scanner's not nearly as busy as it was. The rhythm of our sleepy little community at the base of the hill is reasserting itself.
And every morning I drive past the shipyard in which two people were shot to death and two more were badly hurt two days ago.
Everyday horror.
I still haven't gotten used to the shifting of the dynamic between us.For a while there, we were really intense about each other. We needed each other so hard it hurt. NRE (that's New Relationship Energy to you) abounded, even though we've known each other for some ungodly amount of time.
After the weekend, things feel...different. he's not as tightly wound around himself as he was, and that's definitely changed the tensions in the relationship. It's really weird....things feel a lot easier now. Which feels, in some ways, like the moment that you step onto ice and realize that suddenly it's easier to move forward—about a second and a half before your legs go shooting out form underneath you.
I expected things to change, but not this quickly. I guess I forgot that he's a critter of extremes much of the time, and getting this new job caused a changing of gears that's been startling to watch and to feel.
and him having a job is a Good Thing. I felt, for a little while in there, that my promises about the area weren't coming true. I knew he was capable; he just needed to prove it to himself.
I love him and I'm proud of him. He's doing really well.
And in the Exciting Things department, Loba is coming to visit in a few days! [oof. Need to tell roomie about this. Heh.] I haven't had much of a chance to prepare, other than planning a cleaning blitz for this weekend sometime (when? when? argh. Schedules.) and figuring out what I'm going to do for the shindig I'm throwing the weekend after this one.I'd like to give off a Martha Stewart air of effortless elegance, but I'm afraid that everyone is going to need to make do with a more, ah, homey atmosphere. I am going to be grilling a turkey, though. and making mashed potatoes. It's going to be Thanksgiving lite, I think.
I'm sort of hoping to have the Mac upstairs set up so that people who are far away can talk to people at the party. We'll see.
I have become one with Chicken Baby.Chicken Baby is now decorating my cardkey. I also just made an image that involves Chicken Baby:
Have I mentioned yet that I really want a digital camera for Christmas? Maybe that will be my gift to myself; I'd love to be able to take pictures of things I see on a daily basis and not have to have the film developed.
Best reason make Web pages:
Because anyone can be more interesting than this.
how goes the war?
Glorious victory involving key lime pie!
