blkdragon

grounded
2007-03-29 09:51:48 (UTC)

Getting a grip

3/28--11:36PM—Charlotte called last night, she was upset
about her impending surgery and the fact that it seemed
everyone was yelling at her that day, she quickly got peeved
with the questions I was asking her. I knew that Charlotte
was scared, I just didn’t know what I was supposed to do
about it and she’d spent time with Billy recently; why
didn’t she call him?
I’d gone to the rink (earlier that night), Patty was there,
we said our hello’s and eventually she’d attempt to shadow
me; she hadn’t charged her mp3 player and the battery died.
I kidded Patty about her credo, always have a back-up plan;
I would find myself laughing at her. At one point she wanted
me to get in front so she could skate to my rhythm and I
asked (jokingly) if I was working for her now, she took my
comment seriously and would skate alone for a while before
calling it a night. Patty made a point to stop and tell me
good night!
I wonder why so many skaters seem to need someone in front
of them to do speed or why so many skaters need to be in my
downdraft, I’m starting not to care for that, I don’t mind
when Mike shadows me because it isn’t just about speed. With
Mike, the speed is for me, the maneuverability is for him,
the combination of the two make for a serious work out for
the both of us. I’m the only one there that can tax his
skill and having him behind me taxes my endurance.
I called in this morning, I was planning to get the denture
operation on the ball, the Dentist I once had wouldn’t
accept my insurance; I’d later find that my dental coverage
isn’t under my health insurance. I got a new cell contract
and phone, paid my loan for the month and bought sweats to
skate in; the sweats are too small and I’ll return them on
Friday. It’s been so long since I’ve bought myself clothing
that I didn’t consider having gained a few pounds, I no
longer fit into small sizes, I’ll exchange everything for
mediums.
3/29--5:40AM—I’d made that brownie and offered a piece to
Paul-ine, I’d always told my Sons that just because someone
is an asshole doesn’t mean you have to be one, it surprised
him and he said it made his day. I was in a very giving
mood, that didn’t mean that I’d changed my view or opinion,
neither where Paul-ine or my Son were concerned. I’d allowed
Charles to eat my food that same night, I’ll keep plugging
away at these selfish assholes, hell is already full of
angry children.




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