02.24.2019 Monday

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Awoke at Nutmeg.  Texted with my friend.  Drove to work.  Listened to musics.  Did the work things.  Went home.  Did some writing and photography.  The highlight was talking to Pnut & Lubs on my break.  It was a day.

02.21.2020 Friday Bugga Day

The sufferings that fate inflicts on us should be borne with patience, what enemies inflict with manly courage.
–Thucydides

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I waked up.  It was a work day.  I texted with my dear friends.  I dragged the self out of bed.  I evacuated the Pitt Bull.  The Nunu washed our giant salad bowl and tongs so I could put the salad I prepared for our work pot-luck in it.  She also did her signature industrial-strength Saran Wrap Job on the dish so that not one iota of dust or car smeg could contaminate the fresh deliciousness.   I got to work.  Good stuff.  We feasted.  There was cheesy beefy noodles and chicken pineapple stew and all sorts of delicacies.  I did the work things.  There was much tapping on the ‘puter and yapping on the phone and clicking of the mouse on the Internetz.  The work things got done.  Yupyupyup.  After work I saw the Peanut and Lubby and we were very happy.

Thursday 20th February 2019

Some people choose redemptive suffering, others have redemptive suffering thrust upon them.

Waiting for the Nunu to get in the car.

Nunu never seems to appreciate all the things everyone else could be doing besides wait half hour/forty-five minutes for someone to get in the car. Grrr.

Taking the hungry Buggaboos to the Chinese buffet for some sad, tired food. They have excellent sushi though.

Note my child trying to eat the car

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I want a cigarette.

Then 12 hours of sleep.  In that order.

Was up till all hours last night at Ulteria in New Haven then Mamoun’s for falafel with Ricky and Jay. The driving was long, the parking was cumbersome, and the walking was cold, slushy, and slippery.

There was a very lovely-looking woman in a short velvet spaghetti-strap dress and straight dark hair who looked familiar to me but couldn’t quite place why.  Probably I’d just seen her around at the bars. 

It wasn’t really Ricky’s scene but he danced exhuberantly anyway.  Mayone was also there’ she’d brought a coworker named Casey who looked beautiful in a black lace dress, but it also wasn’t her scene and she wished to make an early night of it so Mayone left with her.

Mayone & Casey

I was glad Ricky stayed the whole night at the bar then went to the Falafel house after, especially it was nice to have someone else in the car on the way home to make sure I did not start to get too drowsy.  The drive home from New Haven is always brutal at the end of the night.

When I got home the garbage man was there with his dog, Wiggles. The Nunu always says our dog Tuffy thinks Wiggles is very sexy.  I don’t know about that, but she certianly looked contented, investigating the driveways of the houses as he made his rounds, happily jumping back into the cab of the truck when it was time to move on.  Must be nice to work so early in the morning, when there are very few actual people around to bother you, even if your job is hauling garbage in freezing weather, amid two feet of snow encased in a shiny layer of ice.

Icy Icy Snow

I came home and Slubs was up.  He was grumpy.  I let him know I’d put his channel on the tv if he went back to bed, and he happily agreed.  

Slubby, age 4

 The Nunu was also up, the Peanut was asleep, and the dogs required letting in and out.  Eventually everyone was settled in to sleep.

Derek, age 6

I slept and slept.  It was glorious.  Only, Slubs woke up first and he kept asking me for things, or to wake up and take him places.  I kept telling him “ten more minutes” until he said “Mama, you been saying ten more minutes all day!” 

Tods Point

Tods Point, Winter 2011

Then I got up.

Costco and the gym.  

Tree, 2011

 Steam room and shower, good stuff after a night at the bar.  Costco was sampling a coconut recovery water which is good for replenishing your system.

Bugga handoff, traumatic as usual.  On Friday my ex had snuck off with Derek’s jacket and sweatshirt.  So he had to wear some rediculously too-big clothes of mine, and I have to somehow make my peace with the fact that I’d procreated with a man who would take away a jacket and sweatshirt from his own offspring in February, just for the joy of upsetting me and/or making me look bad and/or costing me money, nevermind if the Peanut gets sick.   Buggas gone with their father till Wednesday.  I miss them and worry about them so much.

Church on Greenwich Ave, then Starbucks.  Why do people sit down next to you uninvited and start reading what you’re reading?  And why do they not take the hint when you tell them that you love to come to Starbucks to get away from the distractions at home?  And then get offended when you then say, please let me concentrate now?  I had to leave.  Home to bed and pajamas and my shows.  Contended to be home.

Cassandra (me)