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Feb. 4th, 2005 01:00 pmWe're getting ready to run off to Wisconsin again this week for my Grandfather's mostly surprise birthday thing. I've been planning to make a list of things I need to take with me and haven't had a chance to even think about it until now; we've been swamped. It's finally quieted down a little; hopefully I'll get to that in a bit.
Andrea and I have been having the nicest evenings together. We sit together in the computer room (ok; she sits and I kneel. We still haven't found a chair for me) and do our respective work. Around eight o' clock I either run out and get dinner or, preferably, Andrea cooks something yummy. I think she's more inclined to do that now that I'm making some attempt at keeping up with the kitchen. Then, I either study some more or pack ebay packages as I wait for ten o' clock. Ten o' clock is quite certainly my favorite time of the weekday.
Andrea and I have for some time tried to make a habit of brushing and braiding each other's hair before bed. We managed this sporadically for a while but we'd never set aside a particular time for it and, with the tendency of evening free time to slip quickly away, that made it difficult. So, about a week or so ago, I suggested setting aside the time right after ten o' clock in the evening as a time to take a break from what we're doing to sit down with each other, taking turns grooming each other's head-fur and taking the opportunity to talk to each other without distraction. A little bit to my surprise, she agreed.
You see, for all the astounding similarities between![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wooisme and myself, one of our differences is in our approach to time. Having scheduled things to look forward to makes me happy and comfortable. On the other hand, having scheduled things to do, especially when I get hung up on making sure we do them, stresses Andrea out. I think we're slowly coming to a balance. I'm trying not to be so rigid or feel so betrayed when something we plan does not work out. Part of it is my continuing insecurity. Canceling plans does not mean that they or I am unimportant or not worth time; it just means that things didn't work out. I know that intellectually. Instinctively though, it's a different story. I worry far too much about Andrea not really wanting to spend time with me or about not being important enough to her. I don't know why; god/dess knows she gives me every indication of how much I mean to her. I'm just a little bit broken that way.
I'm still trying to get through the writing I started yesterday. There was a brief respite while I wrote a little of this, and then we were swamped from 9:00 all the way through lunch. I think more people are needed at the desk; I've been expecting things to finally quiet down since the first of the year and they haven't yet.
I'm bringing my slide rule with to Wisconsin so I can geek with my mother. I am still enraptured by this amazing little piece of plastic and I want to share it with her and with my grandfather. Maybe he can give me some tips on its use.
I've got one more minute 'till I have to be on the phones so I guess I'll stop here. If I'm lucky, I'll get a little more writing and/or studying in this afternoon.
'Till later!
Andrea and I have been having the nicest evenings together. We sit together in the computer room (ok; she sits and I kneel. We still haven't found a chair for me) and do our respective work. Around eight o' clock I either run out and get dinner or, preferably, Andrea cooks something yummy. I think she's more inclined to do that now that I'm making some attempt at keeping up with the kitchen. Then, I either study some more or pack ebay packages as I wait for ten o' clock. Ten o' clock is quite certainly my favorite time of the weekday.
Andrea and I have for some time tried to make a habit of brushing and braiding each other's hair before bed. We managed this sporadically for a while but we'd never set aside a particular time for it and, with the tendency of evening free time to slip quickly away, that made it difficult. So, about a week or so ago, I suggested setting aside the time right after ten o' clock in the evening as a time to take a break from what we're doing to sit down with each other, taking turns grooming each other's head-fur and taking the opportunity to talk to each other without distraction. A little bit to my surprise, she agreed.
You see, for all the astounding similarities between
wooisme and myself, one of our differences is in our approach to time. Having scheduled things to look forward to makes me happy and comfortable. On the other hand, having scheduled things to do, especially when I get hung up on making sure we do them, stresses Andrea out. I think we're slowly coming to a balance. I'm trying not to be so rigid or feel so betrayed when something we plan does not work out. Part of it is my continuing insecurity. Canceling plans does not mean that they or I am unimportant or not worth time; it just means that things didn't work out. I know that intellectually. Instinctively though, it's a different story. I worry far too much about Andrea not really wanting to spend time with me or about not being important enough to her. I don't know why; god/dess knows she gives me every indication of how much I mean to her. I'm just a little bit broken that way.I'm still trying to get through the writing I started yesterday. There was a brief respite while I wrote a little of this, and then we were swamped from 9:00 all the way through lunch. I think more people are needed at the desk; I've been expecting things to finally quiet down since the first of the year and they haven't yet.
I'm bringing my slide rule with to Wisconsin so I can geek with my mother. I am still enraptured by this amazing little piece of plastic and I want to share it with her and with my grandfather. Maybe he can give me some tips on its use.
I've got one more minute 'till I have to be on the phones so I guess I'll stop here. If I'm lucky, I'll get a little more writing and/or studying in this afternoon.
'Till later!
