I’ve been concerned about myself because I haven’t really cried since M left. There was the brief moment after his first phone call, but nothing since then. I’ve been on the verge the whole time, but I can’t seem to quite get there.
While speculating over this, this morning, I think I may have figured out why. I really have nothing to cry about. He’s safe. He’s in a camp. He’s having a good time so far. Yes I miss him, but it’s not that agonizing ache of absence. I’m confident in our future. I’m excited for what comes next. Despite this place, life really can’t get much better, given his vocation.
It was really funny last night on the drive home from the Capital. Ts said she’d bought a book on this province, and jokingly I said, “why the hell would you do something like that!?” and she said with as much frustration in her tone as was in mine moments before, “There’s gotta be SOMETHING for us to do here!” Haha. I like her.
I had some mixed feelings on our girls weekend. I like Sg. She’s good-intentioned, for the most part. But she can be surprisingly vindictive and cruel. She referred to me as a bitch a number of times. Not as an insult, really, even though it felt like one, I understood what she was trying to get at. But it makes me wonder what I did to her to give her the impression that I’m a bitch. Granted I like who I like and the rest can fall away for all I care, but I like to think that I’m more of a good person than a cruel one.
She, on the other hand, hates many people and complains about them. A lot. Repeatedly. Ad Nauseum. I know she has learning disabilities and, if I remember correctly, ADHD which colour her personality, and I try to determine whether it’s those factors that cause her to behave in these peculiar ways. I try not to judge her for it. But when you’ve heard the same story 6 times in 24 hours about how her coworker has wronged her, you stop trying to be accommodating of her feelings.
Then there’s the issue of my neighbour. I wrote (and promptly deleted) a blurb, in the midst of the annoyance, of how… simply disturbing these people are. They scream at their infant when he cries. They leave their new puppy alone all day and all he does is bark and whine, outside. To the point where this summer I had to keep the front windows closed so I didn’t hear as much of the barking, screaming and crying.
Apparently they let their 4 year old hold their infant, whilst standing at the top of the stairs, and surprise surprise, she dropped him down a flight of stairs.
Then there’s the wife. She was doing cross fit with us, until she had such a severe asthma attack that she was rushed to the hospital via ambulance. When you weigh 380 lbs (she told us) and have severe asthma, you cannot do vigorous activity without there being some risk. I would guess that at 380 lbs even without asthma, that weight loss should be physician supported, directed, supervised. That physical exercise should be gradual. She has a hard enough time walking, cross fit shouldn’t even be a consideration.
She is – and this is my own judgement here – incredibly stupid and annoying. The husband is mostly absent from the picture (hides in the house all day, or goes to work), so I have no opinion or regard for him.
My method of dealing with my neighbours is to ignore their existence. This method works for me. They don’t bother me this way.
Sg’s job is occasional child care on the base. She has to deal with my neighbours a lot. She had to deal with the aftermath of the infant-falling-down-the-stairs incident. So granted, it’s a lot harder for her to ignore them. But seriously. Draw a fucking line. We almost had to leave a restaurant because I thought I saw the husband sitting in the bar area while we were waiting to be seated in the lounge, and Sg freaked out. Talk about letting your dislikes rule your life. Or ruin your day. When we saw them in the mall, she spent at least an hour talking about how bad it would have been if they’d seen her. I know they won’t approach me (because I’m not exactly covert in my ignoring them. We live directly across the street from one another, we have mutual acquaintances). They didn’t approach her. Call it a close call and move on!!
Still the weekend was good, despite these annoyances. We arrived in the Capital before 10. We stopped at a liqueur store and a drug store. When we arrived at the hotel Sg and I immediately donned our bathing suits and took a few trips down the water slide and sat in the hot tub. Then we proceeded to talk (and they, drink) into the wee hours of the morning. I got up in the middle of the night to pee, and Sg went in immediately after me. I went back to bed, falling asleep almost immediately. I woke up again a little bit later (as is my annoying custom), and noticed she wasn’t in the bed. I figured only a few minutes had passed and fell back asleep. I woke up again and she still wasn’t in bed. The light was still on in the bathroom. I went over (near-panicked that something was wrong), and when I knocked there was no answer. So I tried top open the door, but it jarred against her foot. Fortunately when the door knocked her foot, she woke up. I asked her if she was okay, and she said yes. I asked her why she was on the floor, and she muttered, “cold”. Hah. I left her there, went back to bed, and when I woke up the next morning she was back in bed.
To say the least, drinking a quarter of a bottle of rum, plus random glasses of wine was ill advised.
Breakfast was surprisingly disappointing for them, service was pretty terrible. I had Ambrosia French Toast which was french toast with cream cheese, banana and strawberries on it. It was delicious! Then the shopping began!
We didn’t make it to see Paranormal Activity. We did go see Zombieland for the second time. It was just as good the second time. I suspect, if it’s still in theaters out here, I will go a third when my mom and sister come. that would be fun :)
Today, cleaning house, heading to J3′s for a chinese buffet. Should be good times!
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