She Don't Do No Toilets....August 29, 1999

She Don't Do No Toilets....August 29, 1999

It was a long, long day. The heat and humidity hang unmoving in the atmosphere, threatening to maintain an everlasting vigil it seems. It was also a full work day, and thus, I find myself exhausted by day's end. I have little energy to write something even non-coherent.

But I will try.

Despite the weariness, it was a good feeling working a full day today. The summer has been unusually sparse in that department, but such is the nature of the beast. I am terribly afraid of coming up short around the wedding, and there is little I can do. The Goddess and I divided things up fairly, and it looks as though I will be a few hundred short. I am praying that the government will remunerate me punctually for a change. I am praying for a miracle.

Hilighting the day was having late evening coffee with Frieda at Chapter's Books. I had not seen her more than a handful of times over the summer, and was delighted when she had an hour to see me. It was her invite, too, nonetheless. We sat in big comfy chairs, big Starbucks in hand, and talked about, you guessed it, The Goddess. She gave me more hilarious details of her conversation with her the other night, and I was pleased that I could see some humor in the situation.

I capped the day off with a call to The Goddess, the first since Thursday's ill fated attempt to have me committed. The conversation was strained. As predicted, she was sweetness and light, and I was harbouring a tad of resentment still, in spite of my best intentions. She could feel it, I know, but did not push things....much. She brought up the topic once, when she started turning something I said around yet again, but she let it go, thankfully, once my temper started flaring.

She attended her shower on Saturday, after feeling again like she could internally justify being the center of attention (geez, am I being too hard on her??). Her co-workers gave her/us some very beautiful gifts, from the sounds of things. We are blessed, indeed, with the people we have in our lives.

With respect to the shower Frieda is holding upon The Goddess' arrival back home, I have conspired to get her back a little bit, with humor nonetheless. A few weeks ago, The Goddess, while at work, refused to plunge a plugged toilet (remember she works in a residential facility). Her rationale for passing the buck was that she simply 'does not do toilets'. Well, her co-workers dubbed her The Princess at that point. She corrected them by reminding them she was "The Queen'. She can be so cutely audacious sometimes.

Anyway, I told Frieda this little ditty, and now the first present The Goddess is going to open at the shower, where all her family (her Mom and my Mom included) and closest friends will be in attendance, is going to be a plunger. One look at it and she will know just exactly who is responsible for the gag. How I would love to be a fly on the wall listening to her explain that one.

I call it my own special way of crashing the vulva-palooza.

I am so bad. I am so tired.

Alas, I am still in love

....Blessed Be