A Perfect Ending To A Bad Day  

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2/5/2006 8:40 pm

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A Perfect Ending To A Bad Day

Well, shopping did the trick. I finally managed to stop crying. I got my groceries, as well as some things needed to fix and clean around the house.

Then I came home and fixed stuff like greasing the garage door rails and wheels and such, cleaning the toilet, trying in vain to rescue my white dragon shirt from the horrible smoke damage that stands out sickeningly obvious on white. You know, busy work.

Then 2pm rolled around and I had to hustle the ex from one job to another. After that, I didn't go home. I just kept on driving. I ended up at my grandparent's house.

It was nice to spend time with grandpa. He's in his 80s now, and, well, frankly I'm amazed that he's still alive. It's hard to believe just two years ago when you asked him how he's doing he'd reply fat and sassy. And he was, both. Now, now he's wasted away to nothing. He's bedridden. And he's very depressed. His memory is also so ... splotchy. It's really hard to see him like that. He's so close to just giving up. I'm really not sure what's keeping him alive. It's so sad.

And grandma is his guardian angel. She's still in fairly good health and takes such good care of him. He's lucky to have her.

It was kind of sad to leave them, but dinners for the next week weren't going to cook themselves. Gods I hope that it lasts that long anyway.

I made, well, beats me what to call it other than home-made hamburger helper. That was the base idea anyway. But it's so not like that boxed stuff. I cooked up two packages of whole wheat pasta, good healthy stuff.

Then I chopped up a bunch of sandwhich steaks because they were reduced price and so a heck of a lot less expensive (and probably leaner) than the stew meat. Go figure on that one. You'd think stew meat is just the scraps all chopped up, and so would be pretty cheap. But no. It's expensive.

Anyway, so then I chopped up some brocoli, a sweet yellow onion, some carrots, some fresh parsley, basil, and oregano. Yum yum. Put it into beef broth with some whipping cream. Add some corn starch and some instant mashed potatoes to thicken it up. Cook that for a while. Mix the noodles back in when it's done, and tada, home made ... something. And lots of it.

It's a good thing that it turned out good or it'd have been an expensive mistake.

Damn though. I just realized that I forgot the frozen peas. Oh well.

So by then I was actually almost feeling okay again.

Which is, of course, when things go bad once more. The ex, yet again, turns into The Bitch Queen and demeans me once more. Only this time I'd had enough.

So we fight.

Mostly I yelled and she just sat there being defensive and not really listening. That wasn't going so well.

But by the end of it we'd worked out that maybe The Bitch Queen was subconscious, that she really didn't mean to be that way. And she'd try to be better.

Then we had a bit of a talk about stuff. I even brought up the idea that maybe she could stop thinking of me as The Ex, and instead just as a friend. Maybe then she wouldn't get all weird on me, and maybe, just maybe, we might not even kill each other before the divorce is finalized.

Yeah. Maybe.

We'll see anyway. It's really up to her. I'd like for us to just be friends. At this point I don't even want her back. And I just want her to be happy, regardless of if that's with me or someone else, because I care about her as a friend. If she'd just get over this whole thinking of me as The Ex and start thinking of me as a friend things would be a hell of a lot less tense around here.

Ah well. Anyway, it's been a pretty bad day all around. And I should have been in bed (well, couch) snoring my head off an hour and a half ago. But it's kind of hard to sleep when you're hopped up on the after-effects of extreme anger. Damn adrenaline, or whatever.

But on the plus side, my legs don't hurt anymore, I've gotten a lot of stuff done around the house, I got to spend some time with my grandpa while he's still alive, I made some kick ass beef vegetable ... something ... for dinner, and maybe, just maybe, The Bitch Queen is dead and the ex and I really can be friends. Maybe.

But for the first time in a while now, I actually have hope for a friendship instead of a murder-suicide. **LOL** Though I was never sure which of us would be which.

So good night one and all, my faithful readers. May your lives be better than mine. **LOL** May we all be blessed. And may we all always have hope. Things should always end with hope. Tomorrow may never come, but at least it should be something to look forward to.

Now if I could just get some sleep.

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