pulling muscles from a shell

The previous post and where it came from: I am kind of on a personal journey to write about a time in my life that continues to haunt me and cause me pain. In doing so I am hoping to get some of it out of my system. It’s really part of a self-therapy, writing thing. Sort of like a mental purging. I won’t post that all the time but just know if something has a title of part II, III or aftermath then it’s about that time.

 

In other news….

 

Joey and I rolled over three months together on Friday and in a few days a month of cohabitation. It’s going well – better than I expected to be honest. She has been having a difficult time lately. We’re in between medication for her arthritis and she’s been up and down with pain lately. She also came to the decision to get a walking stick – cane – to help her. Not only has this been a mental battle for her but the one we happened to pick up at REI kept falling apart. Thankfully, the people at the store have been wonderfully understanding with this [piece of shit] item and been willing to work with her and give her a refund.

I have been trying to adjust to the concept of there being someone else to take care of other than myself. This has been another thing that has been easier than I originally thought. I find that I like the idea of her being there when I come home from work. That there are things in the refrigerator to eat that she has made. I can always count on her to kiss and touch me and make love to me, that she’s always there for me. I love all that. We’re getting ready for the holidays and it’s nice to think that they’re not going to be stressful. I could use a little warmer weather, though.

I met Joey and the boy out at the Prop 8 protest in Midtown on Saturday. It was great to see everyone out and all the support. I had ridden down there on my bike after work and as I was making my way back through the crowd a woman stopped me and said, “You look hot!” I looked at her and had no idea what she meant because I had worked all day and had enough motorcyle gear on at the time who could tell what I looked like? I showed her the wire of my heated jacket hanging out and said jokingly that she must had been refering to that. She was like “Oh wow. I didn’t know they made electric motorcycle jackets” It’d been a long day and I wasn’t in the mood to give another lesson in motorcycle accessories. She then said, “Did anyone ever tell you that you look like a slightly older Ellen DeGeneres?” Um ok. I wanted to say “Sweetheart, you need to work on your pick up lines.” Poor girl – I give it to her for trying. I just nodded and said, “All the time! Have a good one.” and took off across the street to my parked bike.

 

I worked over the weekend and as you know when I do that my batteries are low on Monday. So, I’m just trying to get through today. I hope you all had a good weekend and getting through, too!