We’re having some fun

On February 10, 2012 by Eden M. Kennedy

I appreciate the fact that no one’s called me out for not posting ever day like I said I would. It turns out that committing to daily writing, keeping your editors happy, working a straight job, getting a condo into escrow, and looking for a new place to live all at the same time is kind of a drain on mental resources. The good news is, I’ve managed to keep all of those other balls in the air, if not this one. The bad news is, the emotional roller coaster that is packing up all your shit and finding a new place to put it is not one I feel good about sharing online. One minute I’m swept away with excitement and possibilities! And the next I have abandoned all hope and am picturing myself living under a porch with a sleeping bag and a flashlight. Jack is the one keeping us all together emotionally, physically, and spiritually at the moment. Jackson’s job has been to stay home sick all week, complain about homework, and be exceedingly huggable. Here’s a photo he took of his nurse the other day:

Actually, maybe Peewee is the one keeping me together spiritually at the moment. His expression here conveys more about patience, humility, and acceptance than I could ever put into words.

In other posting news, here’s a link to the latest Popcorn Whisperer, where the cast of Twilight continues to discuss recent plot developments in season two of Downton Abbey. Special guests this week include Robert Downey, Jr. (in the same photo as last week because I can’t remember where I put all the Iron Man action figures) and the Incredible Hulk, who I love because you’d think he’d just be screaming all the time, but he’s actually very thoughtful.

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12 Responses to “We’re having some fun”

  • This was us a few months ago. But then, as I was demonstrating via craigslist that there was absolutely no way we could afford to continue living in San Francisco or the bay area, we found a boat in a liveaboard slip, which we promptly fell in love with, bought, and moved onto. Which is to say that things have a way of working themselves out, and if you want to move north and be my neighbor, I happen to know of a dutch barge for sale.

  • I use a lot of commas.

  • Wow. Packing up all your things is just…never easy. And you think “Oh, I know it won’t be easy,” so you feel like at least you’re prepared and it will be a little easier, but no, it still knocks you flat with its utter stressfulness.
    But I am so happy to see you post again, and the only really good thing about stress of this sort is that it’s so inarguably finite.
    I hope you find a place that makes you all happy. Maybe it should be in NYC! Super stress-free here.

  • Oh you totally did not promise to post on this blog every day. Did you? Huh. If you do end up under the porch with a sleeping bag and a flashlight let me know and I’ll bring you fresh batteries.

  • I’ve been excited for how often you’ve been posting, so it would have never occurred to me to complain about you not posting daily.

    Good luck with the move!

  • You mean life got in the way of blogging? How dare it! Good Luck with all those balls!! Hope the little one is feeling better!!!

  • When you said you were going to post every day I said: I’m going to comment on EVERY post. That was my secret vow.

    But then I never even noticed that you weren’t posting every day. I don’t even remember. Was there a day you didn’t post? Yesterday? Here I’ve been stalking your blog and not noticing. That’s not saying much since I’m sort of brain-dead but maybe it’s like a stain on your sweater. Just pretend it’s a decoration. Right. That doesn’t work. But as long as you don’t know that everyone else knows, eh?

    PeeWee looks freakishly human in that picture.

    All that you describe sounds overwhelming so I’d say I’ll only be horribly crushed if you don’t post as a result of having to do all that, not disapproving.

  • When you said you were going to post every day I said: I’m going to comment on EVERY post. That was my secret vow.

    But then I never even noticed that you weren’t posting every day. I don’t even remember. Was there a day you didn’t post? Yesterday? Here I’ve been stalking your blog and not noticing. That’s not saying much since I’m sort of brain-dead but maybe it’s like a stain on your sweater. Just pretend it’s a decoration. Right. That doesn’t work. But as long as you don’t know that everyone else knows, eh?

    PeeWee looks freakishly human in that picture.

    All that you describe sounds overwhelming so I’d say I’ll only be horribly crushed if you don’t post as a result of having to do all that, not disapproving.

  • Well, I DID notice, but then, I figured it went the way of almost all New Year’s resolutions, so how could I hold it against you? Hope the new digs work out well for you, and as someone who has moved A LOT, it’s never easy. :)

  • We haven’t moved in ten years and have added an extra child and a dog. The thought of moving all of this stuff would be crushing. I will forgive the not posting every day for 6 months while you get the move under control, and then I will call you out. Fair warning, on August 11th, expect a harshly worded e-mail from me.

    Good luck, and as Dory in “Finding Nemo” says, “just keep swimming!”

  • If you ever need a babysitter for PeeWee (and he doesn’t eat cats) I’m in. You don’t have to pay me. In fact I’ll pay you. I want to kiss his doggy lips. Which is a bit creepy I know, but I can’t help myself.

  • I hope this means the mortgage turmoil (mentioned awhile back) is all finished, or will be soon. That had to be incredibly fucking stressful. Best wishes!