Posted by Amelia on Sep 15, 2008 in
Absent-Minded Professor So not to name any names, but someone I know announced today that s/he is planning on buying a shotgun. There has been some suspicious activity outside of their apartment in the past few weeks, so for protection, of course, a shotgun is in order.
I have never been one to consider owning a weapon. For awhile, back in the late 90s, I held ownership of a women’s 22 handgun with a mother of pearl handle. It stayed in my safety deposit box at the bank. After it sat there for five years, I finally sold it. It just wasn’t worth holding on to and I never felt completely comfortable with it.
For any of you that know me, it’s hard to imagine me running around in tactical pants and toting a gun, but I have searched around this site a bit looking at boots for The Absent Minded Professor. I tend to get him a new pair of boots for either Christmas or Father’s Day every year. They have a great selection!
I’m realizing this morning that my weekends now officially start on Wednesday. The new arrangement with The Boy™ is that he is with his pops from Saturday afternoon until Wednesday morning before school, and then I pick him up Wednesday afterschool and he is with me until Saturday. It’s perfect for all involved really. He attends a school which is only in session Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. On Thursday and Friday he is homeschooled with direction from the school via the internet. Since The Professor™ works during the day, it would be virtually impossible for him to be home with The Boy™ for those homeschooled days. My job gives me the freedom to be there with him. It is the perfect 50/50 split of the week, allowing both of us as parents to get half of the weekend for grownup life, while still having the kiddo with us for a weekend day. It’s ideal.
And so, today, being Wednesday is the start of my weekend.
I’ve begun attending the Twin Cities Women’s Choir on Wednesday nights as well, so W and The Boy™ will be on their own. From what I understand, tonight that means they are watching television and making calzones. She is really adjusting beautiful to having an 11 year old child around half of the time. Ninty percent of me knew from the beginning that she would be great with him. Hell, she’s a kid herself some of the time. But I never figured she would just jump right in and become such an integral part of his life. I am so grateful and thankful for that. It has made the transition so much easier on him.
I’m defeated! I totally lose at the Nablopomo this month! I’m not going to make any excuses at all. I just fail.
I was on a pretty good roll there, almost making it to the halfway point. But then crap came up, as it often does when I have a blog, and it made me withdraw a little bit into my shell. I hate when things from nearly ten years ago rear their ugly heads to make me feel a bit insecure. Truly I have not been as happy as I am right now in a very long time. Everything is going well and right. I have a great girlfriend. My family is ok. We’ll never be great, but we’re all ok and they are all supportive of my life. I have a great job. My son is happy and healthy. My relationship with The Professor is fantastic and he is the best friend I could ask for. Things are good, hell things are great. I have nothing to feel insecure about. But old wounds run deep I suppose.
Today is my day off, so I’ll be continuing on the quest of organizing the apartment. It is getting a little sticky in here, so the a/c is on and the blinds are closed. As soon as the apartment cools off, I’m going to get going on some sort of project.
OH! And today is our three month anniversary! Three months. Yikes. It feels like three years, truly. And yes, we are *that* couple. We were pretty much moved in at six weeks, due to unforeseen circumstances. The original plan was that it would be temporary until I found an apartment, but it worked and we decided to keep living together. But yep! Anniversary. Well Monthiversary. We’re off for Chinese food this evening. If I can find a decent place to go online.
I’ve been brewing plans to make a quilt for our bed for this winter. Partly because I’m tired of fighting W for one of the two undersized blankies that we have on the bed. I want to make it big enough to cover both of us so I can snuggle up closer and not have to worry about it falling off the bed. I know, cheesy. But also because I want to add something of “me” to the apartment.
When I moved out of the house, I left everything for J, my son’s father. He’s not the kind of man who will go out and buy new blankets or household items. He’d just live his life without them. He would have slept on a bed with no sheets or blankets. Not because he’s gross or dirty or lazy. Just because he has a bit of the absent-minded professor thing going on and wouldn’t think to do so. I worry about him sometimes without me living there. The man, literally, may forget to eat. (In fact, I do believe this post has inspired the name of my son’s father for use in this blog. Hence for he will be the Absent-Minded Professor, or just The Professor.)
But I figure a quilt would be a good first thing to add to the apartment. It will be infused with ME!
