Should we meet, I a civilized man of some taste and distinction, and
you, a person who poisons guinea pigs, I will punch you in the cock.
In the interim, I remain,
Yours truly,
The Stealthy Dachshund.
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27.5.10
Guinea pigs.
Dear sir or madam,
Should we meet, I a civilized man of some taste and distinction, and
you, a person who poisons guinea pigs, I will punch you in the cock.
In the interim, I remain,
Yours truly,
The Stealthy Dachshund.
Should we meet, I a civilized man of some taste and distinction, and
you, a person who poisons guinea pigs, I will punch you in the cock.
In the interim, I remain,
Yours truly,
The Stealthy Dachshund.
26.5.10
Living together more
I don't fight well. It's not a skill I have developed. But I tell ya, I'm developing it now.
Here's what I've learned:
The fight is never about what it is about. It's about something else. That doesn't mwean it's a bad thing, but you haev to get through the small stuff to get to the big stuff (that's usually also not that big)
The faster you fight, the faster it's over. Get it done. Yesterday, there was a fight that would have taken... 4 days or so in a previous life, becuase of my efforts to avoid it. Last night, diving in, it toook ten minutes.
Because the fight is not about what you think it is about, you never actually lose. Say you don't like barstools. Your partner wants to buy 12 of them. So you fight about it. You're not going to lose that fight, even if you get the barstools, because it's not about barstools; it's about... oh, let's say... not being listened to. After the fight, you'll have been listened to, and you won't care about barstools.
And so it goes.
I've also learned that cat hair builds up faster in 800 sq.ft. than it does in 1800 sq.ft.
Here's what I've learned:
The fight is never about what it is about. It's about something else. That doesn't mwean it's a bad thing, but you haev to get through the small stuff to get to the big stuff (that's usually also not that big)
The faster you fight, the faster it's over. Get it done. Yesterday, there was a fight that would have taken... 4 days or so in a previous life, becuase of my efforts to avoid it. Last night, diving in, it toook ten minutes.
Because the fight is not about what you think it is about, you never actually lose. Say you don't like barstools. Your partner wants to buy 12 of them. So you fight about it. You're not going to lose that fight, even if you get the barstools, because it's not about barstools; it's about... oh, let's say... not being listened to. After the fight, you'll have been listened to, and you won't care about barstools.
And so it goes.
I've also learned that cat hair builds up faster in 800 sq.ft. than it does in 1800 sq.ft.
21.5.10
More cohabitating.
I have learned another thing.
I don't clean 'cause I think I should. I don't clean 'cause I think it will make the people around me happy. I don't clean because I'm a neat person.
I clean because it makes me feel good.
It's a drug.
I don't clean 'cause I think I should. I don't clean 'cause I think it will make the people around me happy. I don't clean because I'm a neat person.
I clean because it makes me feel good.
It's a drug.
19.5.10
Cohabitation... take 2?
Well for those of you not in the loop on this, She-who-does-not-yet-have-a-blog-nickname and I are cohabitating in her condo while I redo my basement.
So I moved the cats and the fish and the plant over there on... Sunday I guess, and a few clothes, etc.
We've been spending most of our time together anyway, so it's not a huge change in how much we see each other, but there's still some subtle changes that are just now coming to me...
1) Affection by housework. I notice this pattern re-asserting itself. I like the look of a clean kitchen; I find it very calming. I suppose it's an assumption of mine that my partner feels the same way, and that when she comes home and sees the clean kitchen or bathroom or whatever, then she will feel the same calming effect that I do, and associate it with me. I'm not sure that's good advertising. ;)
2) Apartment living. I have to keep my bike on the balcony of the condo. That is the very definition of a pain in the ass. Through the front door of the condo, past the cats through the dining room and over the 12" gap onto the balcony. I so love having a garage I can put my bike in.
3) Energy and water use. I'm a pretty crazy extreme-o environmentalist, and I get nervous and tense when the lights are left on, the water runs, or what have you. It's really hard not to make that everyone's problem. Despite the fact that I am completely correct in my environmental views (I KEED, I KEED), I need to remember that this is MY problem.
4) Space. I am conscious of trying to take up as little space as possible. I don't know why, but I am. It's a similar feeling to the environmentalism. Food for thought, anyway.
5) Cats. They see everything as beds. Chairs are cat beds, tables are cat beds, shelves are cat beds, people are cat beds, the GRAND PIANO is a cat bed.
That's it for now.
So I moved the cats and the fish and the plant over there on... Sunday I guess, and a few clothes, etc.
We've been spending most of our time together anyway, so it's not a huge change in how much we see each other, but there's still some subtle changes that are just now coming to me...
1) Affection by housework. I notice this pattern re-asserting itself. I like the look of a clean kitchen; I find it very calming. I suppose it's an assumption of mine that my partner feels the same way, and that when she comes home and sees the clean kitchen or bathroom or whatever, then she will feel the same calming effect that I do, and associate it with me. I'm not sure that's good advertising. ;)
2) Apartment living. I have to keep my bike on the balcony of the condo. That is the very definition of a pain in the ass. Through the front door of the condo, past the cats through the dining room and over the 12" gap onto the balcony. I so love having a garage I can put my bike in.
3) Energy and water use. I'm a pretty crazy extreme-o environmentalist, and I get nervous and tense when the lights are left on, the water runs, or what have you. It's really hard not to make that everyone's problem. Despite the fact that I am completely correct in my environmental views (I KEED, I KEED), I need to remember that this is MY problem.
4) Space. I am conscious of trying to take up as little space as possible. I don't know why, but I am. It's a similar feeling to the environmentalism. Food for thought, anyway.
5) Cats. They see everything as beds. Chairs are cat beds, tables are cat beds, shelves are cat beds, people are cat beds, the GRAND PIANO is a cat bed.
That's it for now.
14.5.10
Ohhhh yeaaahhh... the other thing!
OH YEAH!
I forgot. I also did the second trip to the courthouse yesterday to get divorced.
Ok, so the first visit, you just popp in and you say "Hiya, I'd like to get divorced" and they say "ok, here's your divorce number". But you say it in 6 pages.
The second visit you tell them that someone told your spouse, you tell them WHO told your spouse, you tell them you weren't kidding and you'd actually like to get divorced for real, you tell them that you are actually you, you tell them you were actually married, and then you tell them how to give you a divorce. You tell them this in 15 pages, containing 3 signed pieces of evidence, 2 separate documents sworn by a commissioner, and then you go home.
So that's what I did!
I"m still not divorced; the divorce egg takes 8 weeks to hatch... so I wait.
I forgot. I also did the second trip to the courthouse yesterday to get divorced.
Ok, so the first visit, you just popp in and you say "Hiya, I'd like to get divorced" and they say "ok, here's your divorce number". But you say it in 6 pages.
The second visit you tell them that someone told your spouse, you tell them WHO told your spouse, you tell them you weren't kidding and you'd actually like to get divorced for real, you tell them that you are actually you, you tell them you were actually married, and then you tell them how to give you a divorce. You tell them this in 15 pages, containing 3 signed pieces of evidence, 2 separate documents sworn by a commissioner, and then you go home.
So that's what I did!
I"m still not divorced; the divorce egg takes 8 weeks to hatch... so I wait.
Summary!
Well holy hannah on a stick, folks, this is busier than hell.
The relationship front is robust. Kinda a lot like being married again. In fact, we're moving in together while I fix up my house!
So... on the house front, the plan is to lift it up into the air, re-pour the basement, and put it back down again. There may be more stuff to get done while the house is empty, we'll see...
The Boy is doing very well, and getting ridiculously tall. He's grown an inch a month over the winter.
And hey, I just updated my blog! Woooo!
The relationship front is robust. Kinda a lot like being married again. In fact, we're moving in together while I fix up my house!
So... on the house front, the plan is to lift it up into the air, re-pour the basement, and put it back down again. There may be more stuff to get done while the house is empty, we'll see...
The Boy is doing very well, and getting ridiculously tall. He's grown an inch a month over the winter.
And hey, I just updated my blog! Woooo!
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