also: i don't have to wear boots and sweaters inside anymore!
Robert came home for lunch today because it's in-service; I love when he does that. Sweet and fleeting. Anyway, I kept talking with exclamation points yesterday to him all through the evening, excited for spring and recalling how every spring since I've moved here has followed a predictable pattern which for some reason I forget about until it's actually upon us. A good pattern of lust and glee and air that smells good. It always evokes those first two years together when we kept frolicking and trying new things and going on road trips all over the map together, when it felt like anything was possible with our powers combined. Looking forward.
Also we ran into our upstairs neighbor Carter while grocery shopping, and then he came home around when we did too and according to Robert (I didn't see him; R and I have a system where he carries the groceries in while I'm putting them away in the kitchen) he was hauling an enormous shotgun. He told Robert he'd just come back from the range, that's why; he doesn't normally go around with such a thing. Gonna irrationally make me nervous for a while I'm sure (I have an over-the-top inability to deal with the mere thought of firearms; if we watch a movie and there's even a fucking toy gun I have to look away, just cannot deal). Our nearby neighbors with the ongoing drunken fighting and cop visits occasionally sound like they're shooting guns and it freaks me the hell out, though it's gotten much better lately (now he just sits on his porch in his bathrobe drinking beer all Sunday).
Also for some mysterious reason once in a blue moon I go a week or so where I keep waking up with strange tiny but deep cuts all over me, kind of like little paper cut slivers. They always hurt a lot more than you'd think based on how small they are. Right now I've got some on my thumb, a finger on the opposite hand, and the bottom of my lower lip right on the edge between lip and normal face skin. WTH. They show up out of nowhere. I always wonder first if Trudy is attacking me for kicks in my sleep. Maybe she has spring fever, too...
Also we ran into our upstairs neighbor Carter while grocery shopping, and then he came home around when we did too and according to Robert (I didn't see him; R and I have a system where he carries the groceries in while I'm putting them away in the kitchen) he was hauling an enormous shotgun. He told Robert he'd just come back from the range, that's why; he doesn't normally go around with such a thing. Gonna irrationally make me nervous for a while I'm sure (I have an over-the-top inability to deal with the mere thought of firearms; if we watch a movie and there's even a fucking toy gun I have to look away, just cannot deal). Our nearby neighbors with the ongoing drunken fighting and cop visits occasionally sound like they're shooting guns and it freaks me the hell out, though it's gotten much better lately (now he just sits on his porch in his bathrobe drinking beer all Sunday).
Also for some mysterious reason once in a blue moon I go a week or so where I keep waking up with strange tiny but deep cuts all over me, kind of like little paper cut slivers. They always hurt a lot more than you'd think based on how small they are. Right now I've got some on my thumb, a finger on the opposite hand, and the bottom of my lower lip right on the edge between lip and normal face skin. WTH. They show up out of nowhere. I always wonder first if Trudy is attacking me for kicks in my sleep. Maybe she has spring fever, too...