Into the Groove

Tuesday and the second day of this new (newish?) week, and so far so good.

Yesterday wasn’t bad–God only knows there have certainly been worse Mondays logged in by one Gregalicious–but it also wasn’t a great day either by any means. I wasn’t tired, for one thing, which automatically made it seem like a much better day to begin with, and I managed to get things done as well, which was even nicer. My emails are never ever going to be completely finished being answered… I guess accepting that it’s a Sisyphean task is a sign of positive mental growth. I also managed to do no writing last night, either. I did write a couple of sentences of the second chapter of Chlorine, which I guess counts as progress. I also didn’t read when i got home last evening…I wasn’t tired, really, but was more emotionally drained from the day–and that IS a thing, isn’t it? Instead, I settled in to watch some videos on Youtube and when Paul got home from the gym, we watched another episode of Young Royals, which we are rather enjoying on Netflix.

I also made a financial decision yesterday; it was a big one, but I feel like it was necessary, and was a first step toward getting out of debt–which has been really unpleasant and an endless cycle ever since I bought the car. I’ve essentially been treading water for the last four and a half years as my debt has slowly and gradually increased; figuring that nothing could really be done about it until the car was paid off and that huge chunk of cash that had to go out every month could be resolved. I decided yesterday to pull some funds out of my retirement account–yes, I know, it was a decision that could come back to bite me in the ass at some point in the very near future–and pay off, not only the car but some other debt that’s been hanging over me for quite some time. This was primarily triggered by trying to figure out how to finance the work on my mouth that needs to be done; realistically there was no way I could possibly take on that much more debt without relieving some that already exists, and so I figured removing some money from my retirement–which realistically isn’t that far in the future–was the proper way to go. It is conceivable that I may regret this in the future at some point, but I did think about it over the weekend and finally decide it was the right thing for me to do.

I think that might have also had something to do with my emotional exhaustion last night, as well. I absolutely hate making life decisions, but this stress has been really wearing me down, and relieving it–even if it is simply a temporary fix–is going to make a huge difference for me going forward.

And really–can anything that relieves stress be a bad thing?

Today is our anniversary; twenty-six years ago today Paul and I became a couple. (It’s easy for me to remember because it’s exactly one month before my birthday.) It’s seem hard to believe sometimes–other times it’s hard to remember that I actually had a life without him–but it’s been a lovely twenty-six years, and I cherish even the hard times, because we were able to get through them together (it’s true, hard times are much easier to bear when you have someone to share them and commiserate with).

I really am one lucky Gregalicious.

So, tonight after work I am going to the gym, and will discuss with Paul what we would like to do special this weekend. The actual day isn’t as important to either of us.

And on that note, tis off to the spice mines.

Life in a Northern Town

Today is our twenty-third anniversary.

It sometimes seems hard to believe we’ve been together that long, but there it is, you know? When I think back to what my life was like back then, and how much things have changed, not just for me personally but for the culture and country, it seems like a million years ago.

Bill Clinton was president. Same-sex marriage was something we didn’t even dare dream about. I was getting to the stage of my life where I was sort of settled emotionally; figuring out what I wanted from life and realizing I wanted a lot more than working at a ticket counter for an airline in Tampa. I was starting to think about making a serious run at pursuing writing, and boy did I ever weigh a lot less than I do now! It’s been an amazing twenty-three years so far, and it just gets better all the time. We’ve certainly weathered some hard times (levee failure, anyone?), but we are still happy, still together, and every day I wake up grateful that I was lucky enough to find him. Or he found me. Our mutual friend Lisa was the one who thought we’d make a good couple, and I have to hand it to her–she was right. “I know someone who would be perfect for you,” I remember her saying to me, and of course, I took it with the proverbial grain of salt.

Boy, was she right.

I also woke up this morning to discover I am the BOLO Books composite sketch! How fun is that?

What a lovely anniversary!

But I should get started making our anniversary dinner and cleaning this messy apartment. Sigh.

Today’s short story is “The Book Thing” by Laura Lippman,  which is one of the Bibliomysteries published by Mysterious Press:

Tess Monaghan wanted to love the funky little children’s bookshop that had opened almost two years ago among the used bookstores that lined Twenty-Fifth Street in North Baltimore. There was so much to admire about it–the brightly painted miniature rockers and chairs on the converted sun porch, the mynah bird who said “Hi, hon!” and “Hark, who goes there!” and–best of all–“Nevermore!”

She coveted the huge Arnold Lobel poster opposite the front door, the one that showed the bearded man-beast happily ensconced in a tiny cottage that was being overtaken by ramshackle towers of books. She appreciated the fact that ancillary merchandise was truly a sideline here; this shop’s business was books, with only a few stuffed animals and Fancy Nancy boas thrown into the mix. Tess was grateful that gift-wrapping was free year-round and that the store did out-of-print searches. She couldn’t wait until her own two-year-old daughter, Carla Scout, was old enough to sit quietly through the Saturday story hour, although Tess was beginning to feat that might not be until Carla Scout was a freshman in college. Most of all, she admired the counterintuitive decision to open a bookstore when so many people seemed to assume that books were doomed. She just thought it would be nice if the owner of The Children’s Bookstore actually liked children.

Lippman is one of my favorite writers, and has been for quite some time now. Her short stories are also amazing–this one, which is about a book thief, manages to be both smart and clever and touching at the same time. Highly recommended.

And now, back to the spice mines.

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