Love Poem!

My first love poem from Jim!

Sweet Catheryne
my Catheryne
at night dear heart
for you I pine
in all my dreams
your fair face beams
you're the flower of my heart
sweet Catheryne

(to the tune of 'Sweet Adeline') LOL
how fun is that? Jim

"Would you just shut up?"

Said my sister Mary to be last night. "I beg your pardon!?" I said, so she said it again. I got up from the table and left the room, but not before I heard her say "touchy" and "temper tantrum."

We had all been at Dad's to visit Ramona. It was very disheartening to see her walk in, as I'm sure she's already spent plenty of alone time with Mona. I get none. I bet they've even been to A La Carte, which I had hoped would be Mona's and my special restaurant.

There, I'm done with the Boyd Family. I bought Dad's bullshit for so many years. I believed him when he said family was important. What a load of crock.

I've spent my whole life wishing I could be special to somebody in my family, but I'm not. Not to Mom, not to Dad. I am gonna accept that and move on with my life. It's beautiful outside right now. I don't have family but I do have many other sources of pleasure.

Or Maybe I'll Stay

Somehow Joe always knows when I've decided to end the relationship, and he sticks closer than a barnacle. AND is really nice. AND gives me lot of attention. AND apologizes for being an ass.

Relationships are hard. This is a pretty good one. Maybe I'll keep it.

How to End a Relationship?

I am so ready for this relationship to be over. It's been a good three years. Or is it four years now? But come on, the guy's turned into a freeloader. Plus he occasionally is mean or says snide things. I don't like the stories he tells about the things he's done. They reveal a character that I can't respect at all -- too much alcohol, too many drugs, too much sex. And too much anger.

And the future doesn't hold much promise. He's got no savings, got no job, and has health problems. Am I supposed to martyr myself for love? He spoke with derision of his brother who married a sick girl, which made me feel very foolish as I'm doing the same thing.

He's got lots of good qualities, which is why I've stayed so long, but I'm done with it all.

Burying Birds

I buried the birds in an out-of-the-way corner of the garden, under a bush, where I thought they would be safe. Turns out Jim had planted grass there so he was pretty mad. He wants me to get over their deaths and not ruin his yard work.

I killed my finches

I was so stupid! I killed my darling finches. We had built a big flight cage for them that nestled up against their store-bought cage. A couple days ago, I shooed them into the regular cage so I could service the flight cage. Every day since I've checked the food and water in the flight cage but never once noticed that I hadn't re-opened the door between the cages. Every day I went in there, and they thought that this time I'd take care of them, but I never did. I failed them. They starved and/or died of dehydration within sight and smell of both. I feel so terrible. I loved those finches. I hate owners who abuse or don't care for their pets, and now I have become one.

Barnacle

It's official. I think Jim is a moocher. Thirteen months have passed since he folded up the shop, and he hasn't tried to get a real job. He does part-time here and there; that's it. I'm just not interested anymore. He takes up two spots in front of the house; he doesn't pay rent; his stuff is stored on the back porch, in a big tent in the backyard and in two bedrooms.

It's good, though. I quit making dinner when he quit work, and I'm very happy about that. I've also quit buying group food, which has given me a lot more cash on hand. I buy my own food, and I dumpster dive.

It's fun to get free stuff, and it adds a challenge to my day, to see if I can eat free only. Today I had dumpster juice with dumpster protein powder, dumpster yogurt, dumpster carrot chips with dumpster hummus, a dumpster gluten-free muffin, a dumpster egg, a dumpster bell pepper, and even a little dumpster chicken. Eating meat from the dumpster is pushing it a bit, I admit. It was frozen solid when I got it, though, and stayed that way until I cooked it. So far I'm okay.

What is gone is gone

What used to be important to me? It's gone now.

What is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain—
What is gone is gone.

What is sea-born dies on land,
Soft is trod upon.
What is given burns the hand—
What is gone is gone.

Here is there, and high is low;
All may be undone.
What is true no two men know—
What is gone is gone.

Who has choices need not choose.
We must, who have none.
We can love but what we lose—
What is gone is gone.

Michaela Got Married Today!

March 8, 2011. She and Aaron went to the courthouse. Nobody was with them but the Reverend.

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Melanie came for Thanksgiving

Mel lives in Tennessee now with Aaron Parker. They intend to marry at some time in the future. He seems like a good guy. She came out on Thanksgiving to visit us, and to take her car and her stuff back to Tennessee with her. I was sad. It's hard to see the kids because I know they are going to leave.

We didn't do much except go to the Harry Potter movie. We had Thanksgiving here at the house, with Grandpa, Karen, David and Jim in attendance. I had been hoping and hoping that we could really talk, but it didn't happen until the very last day, the very last few hours, as we were waiting for 420 Highways to open so I could buy her some medicine. So that was a good thing, that she had lost her own.

Having kids was the most wonderful thing I ever had. Now that it's gone I'm not sure what to do with myself. Nothing is really important.

What if there isn't any more?

One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife realized that sometimes there isn't anymore. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute."

It always happens, always. What we care most about WILL get all used up and go away. There's nothing you can do to avoid the pain, except to go away first.

Hell of a Weekend

Labor Day weekend was incredible. And not necessarily in a good way. I had planned to go shoot the free flight competition. I'm the unofficial photographer. All the guys like my work, so I like to be there with them. Jim's being all needy, though, so it was hard to get away. The competition was all three days. I went out Saturday and Sunday, then spent Monday with Jim even though I would have rather been photographing.

Jim took me mountain biking to Elk Meadow. We chose a trail that was way too hard for me. I had to push my bike most of the way. The mountain kept going up and up. Finally I collapsed, crying, into a nervous wreck, accompanied by emotionally-induced asthma. Which means I couldn't breathe either.

Plus, the Four Mile Canyon fire started that morning. I got some nice photos of smoke billowing over the mountains. Jim took me up Flagstaff Mountain so we could get a closer look. It's awful. No one's been killed but lots of structures and houses have burned up. Slurry bombers have been flying overhead all day. It's emotionally wrenching.

Today I can barely concentrate on my work. I'd rather be out watching the fire.

My Boyfriend

My boyfriend is a rock climber and a sailor.
He rides a motorcycle and a mountain bike.

I read books and walk dogs and take photographs.
I workout and try to stay nice-looking.

I fulfill my responsibilities.
I'm empty and dull.

I want to be more like him.

Money

Money is an issue that causes a lot of worry for me. I do wish I had married someone who cared about having a steady job. David quit work more than ten years ago and hasn't looked back. Oh sure, he's held part-time jobs here and there but just so he could pay for his own hobbies; he never again thought about making a living or providing for his wife and children. So we weren't provided for.

I lent him $1000 last month. He needed money to pay the phone bill and to pay the movers of the lift that Jim gave him. He hasn't paid me back and very likely won't for a long time.

Jim closed up the shop. It never was a big money-maker. It made just enough to scrape by. Now Jim's at home doing work around the house. This week he's putting in a gate out back. I am paying for materials.

I want David out. And I want a husband who has a good job.

April Fool's Day

Dentist appointment today; first in more than ten years. Doctor very happy with my teeth. Could hardly be better. I do have the beginnings of a small cavity which will need to be filled in the coming six months. My main complaint is my left TMJ which is painful all the time. The doctor took casts of my mouth and I will have a splint to wear at night. Eventually we'll adjust my bite by tweaking the teeth so I no longer have pain.

Also, Jim and I continue being very happy. He has closed the shop. I trust that he won't sit around for several years, not making any money, the way David did.

So Amazing

I've got the most amazing boyfriend. He's so handsome, and funny, and interesting. He wants to be close. He notices right away when there is a divide between us. He wants to spend time with me. He wants to learn to dance! He thinks I'm intelligent and interesting and pretty, and he often tells me he loves me.

In Love

Both of us. He's so sweet. He says "So beautiful" to me. And that he wants to be nice to me. And wants to marry me. We have a very nice time in bed. And generally enjoy each others company. He's a bit of a mystery to me, a mystery that I enjoy.

The day after we have sex is a little hard for me because I miss him so much. There's a hole in my heart, right here, that won't be filled until we're together again.

On another note, I finally answered Kendall's letter.

Birthdays

Don's Birthday: purchased a cake rather than making one. Bought two sweaters as gifts, but he was really rude to me while on the phone with Michaela, so I didn't give them to him. Kendall was very offended by the cake and lack of presents; she wrote me a letter telling me so. Silly Kendall. Don doesn't like birthdays.

Joe's Birthday: We went to lunch at Jin Chan, a cozy little place right quite near Tebo Coin. I purchased cupcakes rather than baking a cake. No present. No sex that night, either, 'cause his tummy was upset.

5 Precepts of Love that Lasts

1. I can live without you
2. My love for you will change
3. You're not everything I need
4. I won't always hold you close
5. You and I aren't one