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lots of good reasons not to go
November 16, 2005, 9:20 P.M.
I�m trying to think some positive thoughts today, so I can put down something that is more than a litany of woe. Let�s see: D. gave me a beautiful Chanel-style Emma James jacket this morning. A nubbly tweed with rose-pink, brown, black, and cream in it. It fits like it was cut to my measure. I ADORE it. Over black slacks and my pale rose dress blouse (from the suit I wore to my niece�s graduation), with the necklace and earrings I made for that suit, it will be perfect for Spouse�s company Christmas Party. SO. I�m glad I got a new jacket, and I�m glad I have something to wear to that party. 2 positive thoughts.
I�m not glad I have to go to the damn party, though. We go through this periodically�the argument about office parties. I had a reprieve when he worked for Psycho-boss, because he didn�t go to those parties. It started up again this summer, when he had his company picnic. But I really don�t understand why I have to go at all. Here�s a bunch of reasons why I shouldn�t have too, though:
- I do not CELEBRATE any midwinter festive occasion that would warrant a party. Therefore, I have no reason to attend a celebration.
- I have a strict rule about fraternizing with co-corkers. This includes his co-workers. While I may choose to very infrequently make an exception to that rule, it is always on an individual basis, and not for a group, or an occasion.
- I refuse to go to my own company�s functions, and would never in a million years expect him to attend anything to do with my work, even if I chose to go myself. So why am I expected to attend his?
- The whole fish out of water thing. To be blunt, most of the people at this party are going to be machine operators and their spouses. I won�t have anything I can talk to these people about, and they will bore me into a stupor. This happened at the reunion; I had more in common with the pilots than anyone else. Well, Spouse works with some ex-pilots now, so maybe it won�t be too bad.
- This thing is being held at a POLKA BAR, and the band is a lame-ass oldies-rock nightmare.
Back to positive. I wore my new gloves this morning when I walked the dog, and I am absolutely tickled at how warm they are. I�m still kind of jazzed to have found black leather, insulated gloves for $10.39! When I got back to the house, my legs and my face were frozen, but my hands were toasty. See, before, I never worried much about gloves, because no matter what I did, my hands were going to be cold and numb. But now, just by exercising a bit of care, I can have real, comfortable, usable hands!
Unfortunately, the gloves couldn�t protect the little piece of me that dies every time it snows.
It isn�t much; just a light flurry. But it�s enough to do me in. And to make my hip feel like it�s full of broken glass.
Something else positive: I actually slept well last night. So I�m pretty well rested and feeling much less frayed at the nerves than I have since last Saturday or so. Must be the hormones leaving, or coming back, or what ever the hell has to happen for me to normalize. Anyway, I wish it would happen quicker, because I still have the scatty-headedness, and I really don�t have the time for that.
Reading: �The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn�, by Mark Twain.
Listening: XM On Broadway. Songs from �Assassins�, �Phantom�, �Camelot�.
Beading: I�m Bored!
One Year Ago I was having a day just exactly like today.
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