I took time out today to meet up with a group of folks that enjoy playing Scrabble(tm). Four hours and three games later I am pleased to say I was royally beaten three times. Hundred and fifty point spread was my best game. These folks are good. I knew they would be. I checked my ego at the door and went and played as well as I could. I enjoyed meeting new people, between that and Scrabble(tm), it's a good day.
I've been withholding tons of information from these entries into my blog. I have felt to a good degree slapped up side the head since I left Wisconsin. It took four days longer than anticipated to get here. My dad was great. I learned we handle stress very much the same...don't talk about it, just get it fixed, whatever it is. I appreciate this side of my dad. Once I arrived my friend had a live-in already. This kind of takes some mental and physical adjustment. I'm getting my bearings and all is well.
The final throw into the mix was that my son was let go from his position that was firmly established prior to his company sending him out here. It's kind of a crazy piece of shit, the upshot is he is living with us - so now four of us - in the one bedroom apartment. Even his supervisor is reeling from the turn of events that transpired on my son's arrival in Seattle. Something in the background was happening that had nothing to do with my son, he just stepped into the shit that had been laid out prior to his arrival. I'm feeling as though my family has turned into some immigrant family that overruns all the codes of rental policies and persons per bathroom requirements.
And because I am writing this blog from the perspective of an ignoramus that only thinks of herself, I am most flustered by the inability to have some quiet time to myself. To sit for hours to write out my thoughts and get this blather out of me isn't happening. As I put on my pajamas each night (oh! now there's a new thing for me - jeesh) and then make my bed (from the couch) and STILL no one goes to bed (11:30 pm most nights) well, I don't think I'm getting adequate sleep to handle these mental strains very well.
This morning I started in crying before anyone got up. It's not that anything is bad, particularly, it's just the strain. I got dressed rather quickly, made coffee for the gang and as my friend came out the door, surprised to find me a weepy eyed mess, I left and went for a drive. It was just a release. She understands, that's why we're friends. I drove until after noon and then went and got my hair cut, again. Does anyone remember Maggie from Northern Exposure? That's how short my hair is. A month ago I was clipping my hair into my bra strap because that's how long it was. Today my head gets cold.
My son has an interview on Wednesday, and he's house sitting until then. I have four folks to follow up with on Monday working towards getting my interview. Really, I've only been here a week. Everything is fine. Everything is just stressful.
And getting my ass kicked at Scrabble was fun - I really am a messed up piece of meat.