After a long weekend, and a personally long day, Spencer and I planned on a bit of "us" time last evening, and it was soo nice! With all the extraneous stuff we deal with day in and day out, we really needed to be intimate with each other and have that closeness. Success! And the bonus was five big Os with the Magic Wand; it was too hot to go for more ;O)
On a slightly different note, I'm trying to get Pym's Escape a little more exposure in the blog world, so if anyone finds it interesting enough to share, please feel free to do so. It may not be as glamorous as folks thing a poly lifestyle to be, but that's because we're real people, with real problems, and real relationships, like everyone else. Polyamory definitely enriches our lives in a loving and spiritual way, but it takes place in the "every day" world.
Best,
~Pym
ps I will get back to telling the tales of our First Loves in poly.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
It's Monday
The weekend wasn't too bad; Spencer and I had Saturday together, though he continued his drinking from Friday night, and I got my own six-pack of Miller Chill. We spent the first half of the day sleeping, did some yard work, then some needful errands, came back to the house, cooked a pizza and watched television.
Sunday morning, Spencer slept in, and I nursed a terrible self-inflicted headache from my six-pack. I'm such a dumb-ass, to drink even that much, but at the time, with the lime flavor, they tasted so good. I willed myself to not throw up, slept a little more with ice on my head, was able to manage running a few errands, came back and mowed part of the lawn, and played online.
Spencer went back over to Kip's that afternoon and said he was going to spend the night, so as not to disturb me on a work night. Well, at about 1:30 in the morning he calls twice to say he's on his way home. As I'm now already awake, I watch for him so he won't have to hunt his key. If it weren't so sad, seeing him toddle around the corner, just a-wobbling along, it might have been comical.
After I let him in, we had a typical argument and I tried to go to bed. I made it into bed, but then Spencer had to "talk", which means ramble on. His biggest complaint last night being how much pain his legs are in. [We think he's developed a bad case of sciatica, but can't get to a doc anytime soon.] And how he thinks no one cares, da da da. Even though I can't feel his pain, I do understand that he's in pain. But I can't do anything about it and he doesn't get that. If there was some way for him to earn a couple hundred dollars, we could get him started at a chiropractor. I keep telling him to put ice on his legs, but he refuses because it makes him have to go pee. I'd think he'd take a few extra pisses if it helped him feel better. After our lengthy fussing, he finally left me alone in bed and went to sleep on the couch.
Anyway, this evening, Monday, Spencer is back at Kip's, helping him set up his new computer, and I hope he keeps his word that he won't drink since we have a counseling appointment in the morning.
Either way I'll go, but he needs it just as much as I. And after writing this entry, it's easier to see what a repetitive rut we're in. It could be any Monday in our lives over the past 10 years.
I'd apologize to Dear Reader for the boring content, but I think this is what life is like for most of us. Living, loving, working, bearing crosses, rinsing, and repeating.
'Evening,
~Pym
Sunday morning, Spencer slept in, and I nursed a terrible self-inflicted headache from my six-pack. I'm such a dumb-ass, to drink even that much, but at the time, with the lime flavor, they tasted so good. I willed myself to not throw up, slept a little more with ice on my head, was able to manage running a few errands, came back and mowed part of the lawn, and played online.
Spencer went back over to Kip's that afternoon and said he was going to spend the night, so as not to disturb me on a work night. Well, at about 1:30 in the morning he calls twice to say he's on his way home. As I'm now already awake, I watch for him so he won't have to hunt his key. If it weren't so sad, seeing him toddle around the corner, just a-wobbling along, it might have been comical.
After I let him in, we had a typical argument and I tried to go to bed. I made it into bed, but then Spencer had to "talk", which means ramble on. His biggest complaint last night being how much pain his legs are in. [We think he's developed a bad case of sciatica, but can't get to a doc anytime soon.] And how he thinks no one cares, da da da. Even though I can't feel his pain, I do understand that he's in pain. But I can't do anything about it and he doesn't get that. If there was some way for him to earn a couple hundred dollars, we could get him started at a chiropractor. I keep telling him to put ice on his legs, but he refuses because it makes him have to go pee. I'd think he'd take a few extra pisses if it helped him feel better. After our lengthy fussing, he finally left me alone in bed and went to sleep on the couch.
Anyway, this evening, Monday, Spencer is back at Kip's, helping him set up his new computer, and I hope he keeps his word that he won't drink since we have a counseling appointment in the morning.
Either way I'll go, but he needs it just as much as I. And after writing this entry, it's easier to see what a repetitive rut we're in. It could be any Monday in our lives over the past 10 years.
I'd apologize to Dear Reader for the boring content, but I think this is what life is like for most of us. Living, loving, working, bearing crosses, rinsing, and repeating.
'Evening,
~Pym
Friday, August 6, 2010
Friday Morning
Spencer and I did have a date night last night, but no romantic "action" by mutual consent. We had a great coupon for [another] buffet which was about to expire, so we went out to eat. And I did really well not over-doing it, so I was proud of myself! We went for a walk when we got home, read a little, I chatted online with Cary for a bit, and then read in bed. Spencer and I got some snuggle time in during this, which was quite enjoyable.
The weekend is coming up and the plan is Spencer will hang with Kip tonight, but I'll get him tomorrow; sounds like a custody arrangement! lol We'll have to run errands for family in the morning, but in the afternoon, I'd like to take Spencer to a nearby park, if it's not too hot, to walk around the water and feed the geese and ducks. It's been a great place for me to wind-down when I need it, and I'd like to share it with him.
So far, I've no plans with Cary, but if I get to see him, I'd consider that a wonderful bonus, on top of hopefully getting some close quality time with Spencer.
Must dash,
the day is starting,
~Pym
The weekend is coming up and the plan is Spencer will hang with Kip tonight, but I'll get him tomorrow; sounds like a custody arrangement! lol We'll have to run errands for family in the morning, but in the afternoon, I'd like to take Spencer to a nearby park, if it's not too hot, to walk around the water and feed the geese and ducks. It's been a great place for me to wind-down when I need it, and I'd like to share it with him.
So far, I've no plans with Cary, but if I get to see him, I'd consider that a wonderful bonus, on top of hopefully getting some close quality time with Spencer.
Must dash,
the day is starting,
~Pym
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Kip
Okay, I can see that Kip is going to drive me nuts. I think he's already getting on Spencer's nerves, and they're the ones who are friends.
I realize he just lost his Dad, who he's lived with for years and helped take care of in the last days, but Kip seems to not be able to do anything on his own. He's forty-something, has no job right now, divorced a couple times, and basically driven off any other friends but Spencer and one other childhood friend.
If he gets a bank statement, he calls Spencer. If the bank calls, he calls Spencer. He looks for work, Spencer needs to help him with his application. And just about any other excuse to call Spencer over, because he can't stand to be alone. Then when they do get together, they drink. And drink a lot. All this calling for help has put Spencer in a cranky mood, too. It's something they'll have to work out without me. And Kip is going to have to learn to grow up -- fast.
On another note, I want to spend some personal time with Spencer, but it hasn't seemed to work out lately. The one evening he asked for a bj I couldn't do it [we had a buffet shortly before, and I couldn't move lol] and last night we were hot and tired and a bit cranky from the day, so we both just read in bed. I really want us to treat ourselves to "us" time, with no worries about anyone or anything else.
It'll have to be tonight, because he's already got plans with Kip tomorrow evening.
~Pym
I realize he just lost his Dad, who he's lived with for years and helped take care of in the last days, but Kip seems to not be able to do anything on his own. He's forty-something, has no job right now, divorced a couple times, and basically driven off any other friends but Spencer and one other childhood friend.
If he gets a bank statement, he calls Spencer. If the bank calls, he calls Spencer. He looks for work, Spencer needs to help him with his application. And just about any other excuse to call Spencer over, because he can't stand to be alone. Then when they do get together, they drink. And drink a lot. All this calling for help has put Spencer in a cranky mood, too. It's something they'll have to work out without me. And Kip is going to have to learn to grow up -- fast.
On another note, I want to spend some personal time with Spencer, but it hasn't seemed to work out lately. The one evening he asked for a bj I couldn't do it [we had a buffet shortly before, and I couldn't move lol] and last night we were hot and tired and a bit cranky from the day, so we both just read in bed. I really want us to treat ourselves to "us" time, with no worries about anyone or anything else.
It'll have to be tonight, because he's already got plans with Kip tomorrow evening.
~Pym
Monday, August 2, 2010
Monday
Well, Spencer came home this morning...and left again a short time ago.
Back to Kip's, to watch wrestling [yuk] and drink beer--again. I'm not surprised, and I shouldn't be miffed; it's all par for the course, really. Something I might as well be resigned to. It often feels more like I'm in charge of a teenaged son than have a spouse/partner. We ate dinner together this evening, and watched one hour of a historical drama, but I didn't get to tell him about my day, or yesterday, or...whatever I'd wanted to talk about. Kip calls, "I need to talk to you about something" [yeah, while watching wrestling and downing beers] and off he goes. Harumph, I say, harumph.
I want my own night out, either with Cary, or with a girlfriend. I had promised a great friend at work that I'd treat us both to margaritas if her hubby would drive us to the Mexican restaurant. Gotta save my pennies, but I'm going to do it!
Ole!
~Pym
Back to Kip's, to watch wrestling [yuk] and drink beer--again. I'm not surprised, and I shouldn't be miffed; it's all par for the course, really. Something I might as well be resigned to. It often feels more like I'm in charge of a teenaged son than have a spouse/partner. We ate dinner together this evening, and watched one hour of a historical drama, but I didn't get to tell him about my day, or yesterday, or...whatever I'd wanted to talk about. Kip calls, "I need to talk to you about something" [yeah, while watching wrestling and downing beers] and off he goes. Harumph, I say, harumph.
I want my own night out, either with Cary, or with a girlfriend. I had promised a great friend at work that I'd treat us both to margaritas if her hubby would drive us to the Mexican restaurant. Gotta save my pennies, but I'm going to do it!
Ole!
~Pym
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Sunday Sadness
I've got a sort of sadness this evening I can't seem to shake. I think I'm feeling a bit scared because Spencer is continuing his binge over at Kip's and I was hoping he'd come home today sober. Maybe scared isn't the right word--apprehensive?--but I'm missing him...and when he calls on the phone to check in he sounds so pitifully drunk and anything could happen to him. At least he's not driving. And they are just watching television. I suppose it could be worse.
I did three loads of laundry and should feel accomplished for that, but I don't. I paid one bill online and am worried how we're going to meet the rest. I feel guilty for having taken a nap, and have been eating all afternoon. I just want to shower and go back to bed. Sigh, I sound like such a wet blanket lol.
Sunday Blues I suppose. Growing up, I almost always got depressed on Sundays and often had headaches, in anticipation and worry about school the next day. I do love my job, so that's not the problem here; I look forward to going to work in the mornings. Hmm...I'll have to think of a new name for it...
The Too-Hot Sunday, I Ate Too Much and Think I'm Fat, and I Miss My Man Being Sober, and My Cat is Ignoring Me Blues.
:O)
~Pym
I did three loads of laundry and should feel accomplished for that, but I don't. I paid one bill online and am worried how we're going to meet the rest. I feel guilty for having taken a nap, and have been eating all afternoon. I just want to shower and go back to bed. Sigh, I sound like such a wet blanket lol.
Sunday Blues I suppose. Growing up, I almost always got depressed on Sundays and often had headaches, in anticipation and worry about school the next day. I do love my job, so that's not the problem here; I look forward to going to work in the mornings. Hmm...I'll have to think of a new name for it...
The Too-Hot Sunday, I Ate Too Much and Think I'm Fat, and I Miss My Man Being Sober, and My Cat is Ignoring Me Blues.
:O)
~Pym
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Funeral Today
Kip's Dad's funeral was today, and it wasn't as stressful as I'd anticipated. Kip can be immature in many ways, and doesn't get along with his older brother, so I expected some family disfunction and thankfully things seemed to go smoothly. It was a nice graveside service with not quite so much in-your-face Bible thumping we've experienced at others. Everyone roasted in the hot sun with some folks even getting sunburn. Spencer and another friend are staying with Kip tonight to keep him company.
I've been sipping on a Miller Chill and spending too much time on this computer, when I could be reading or playing with Baby. But I wasn't totally unproductive, as I sent Cary an email with a description of a daydream I had about us today, and a few pics added for good measure. ;O)
'Night all,
~Pym
I've been sipping on a Miller Chill and spending too much time on this computer, when I could be reading or playing with Baby. But I wasn't totally unproductive, as I sent Cary an email with a description of a daydream I had about us today, and a few pics added for good measure. ;O)
'Night all,
~Pym
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