Monthly Archive: January 2007

We’re about 95% moved now.  The stress levels have been enormous.  Sometimes Lenny helps a great deal, sometimes he raises the stress levels enormously. 

Our “new” furniture came today (procured from Habitat for Humanity Home Center), so Lenny is back to sleeping on the couch rather than the floor.

My stress has been so high that I have had a couple times when my brain “went away”.  One time I could hear and understand everything but not respond, for about 10 minutes, and language came back slowly over the next 20 minutes.  I checked my blood pressure later that day and it was incredibly high, so it is possible that I had a “mini-stroke”.  The other time was this morning, and it wasn’t as bad.  I’m OK now.  I think.  Rhonda has been incredible to me, taking care of me when I need it, helping as much as she can.  I wish I’d have known her 20 years ago.

Hugs,
Moss

To be nobody but yourself, in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.
— e. e. cummings

Don’t have the lease signed yet, but it’s obvious we’ll get it done tomorrow.  We have keys, and moved about 18 boxes and most of my bookcases in today.  We should be moved in by Wednesday at the latest.  We have a ton of things to do, finishing address changes and getting furniture and and and…

Anyhow, Rhonda is incredible.  I don’t need to say any more about that.

Lenny has been staying with us, helping us move and letting us use his car.  We had a lot of friends show up today to help us move the stuff we were ready to move.  Some of them were disappointed that we didn’t have more ready to move, but that’s where we are.  With my disability and Rhonda’s, we can only do so much at one time.  We have until the end of the month to be out of here and into there…

Hugs,
Me

I still don’t have my lease signed on the new apartment.  Half my apartment is packed and ready to roll… but nowhere to go.  Can’t even get the utilities turned on until that piece of paper is finished.  I can’t wait to begin moving in.  Everything is just great here, especially having Rhonda here.

Hugs,
Me

You’ve been watching this happen…  My relationship with Rhonda is the warmest, most comfortable relationship I have ever had.  The best word for it is “home”.  There is no part of me that is scared of anything.  This is as “Sturgeonesque” as a relationship gets (cf. “Godbody”).

Hugs,
Moss

Bush’s “Voice of God” revealed to be Dick Cheney on the Intercom

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Guess what I get for shooting my mouth off in that last post? 

You’re right, a new girlfriend… the same one I was not being very nice about…

She’s not pushing things, just making it clear what she wants out of this when we get there.  I’m trying to wrap my brain around it, and doing an okay job.  At least this isn’t like ALL those other relationships, where I was all into them before they could breathe.  Maybe there is just enough of a lack of “spark” that we can work our way into it slowly.  Gee, that WOULD be different, wouldn’t it? 

At the present time, most of her clothes are in my closet… and she is sleeping at Myra’s across the hall.  I haven’t told her she CAN’T sleep here, she just made that decision.

Let me back up a bit.  For New Year’s Eve, Myra’s boyfriend was over, so Rhonda was supposed to sleep on my couch.  We went outside to watch the fireworks at midnight, and, because it was the thing to do, kissed when they were done.  When we came back inside, I went to lay down for a bit, and she came in with me… fully clothed.  I won’t say what happened, but she thought I was rejecting her for being too fat (her words).  Needless to say, if y’all have paid any attention to my doings of the past, that wasn’t it.  OK, getting into TMI Land.  The next day she decided that we were “boyfriend and firlfriend” and told Myra that, and little else.  By the way, she DID sleep on the couch that night, by herself and by her own choice, and has not slept over here since (yet).  But the signs are there (body wash in the bathroom, clothes in my closet…)

This is totally new territory for me.  She did go to her doctor and ask her to reduce the meds she is taking… the doctor responded by UPPING one of them.  She has said she will look for another doctor.  How quickly and decisively she does that will say something about whether we have a future.

But it is no longer a “That Will Not Happen” thing between us.  I just don’t know what is GOING to happen.

And yeah, she is a Baptist… but says she does not intend to either judge or change me.

Now what?????

Hugs,
Me