Journal 5/24/04

5/24/04

Today I survived my first root canal. This year was also my first crown. Or maybe that was at the end of 2003. Either way - I am aging and there is proof to that fact! TA DA HUMPH. The little fairy of aging is tapping me on the shoulder and swatting at other parts of me with the gall-blast-it wand. Ah - and welcome to the Human Race Laura. Or would this be part of the human condition? Really no matter I suppose.

Roger totally pissed me off this morning. Brian Green was coming in today, and Roger wanted him to work in the ISG room while he’s here. The web test PC was in there so he comes over all in a tizzy about it at 8:30 this morning. It became the priority to get it out of the room. He really wasn’t interested in hearing or understanding why it was in there or that we needed a modem connection. He was concerned that the room be clean and presentable for Mr. Green. Seems to me a little loss of focus. Felt like our needs were being swept under the rug so that Mr. Green could have a nice little presentable space to sit in during his visit here. I don’t know why we didn’t just put him in Claire’s cube or something like that. Anyhow, at the very least Roger could have been thinking ahead a little bit and addressed this issue last week. At least that way it wouldn’t have become and URGENT mission to complete. I hate politics and presenting faces that aren’t quite real. Although I suppose it’s a bit like doing extra cleaning when someone is coming to visit at your house.

There was a big thunder storm tonight before it got dark out. That was kind of fun to watch. I am always a little leary since I now know someone who’s gotten struck by lightening via the dish water. But not enough to change what I am doing when it storms. Just enough to think about it.

On relationships:

I am no longer alone in this world. I jumped in and I got married again. This was number 3 for me and number 2 for him - although he lived with someone for 8 years and that’s longer than both of my marriages added together. Somehow it works out that I have to count mine and he doesn’t have to count his.

The bizarre part of this story is that on the first night we met in real person ( yes we initially met on-line) we had this very large and profound conversation about how we would never get married again or what it would take for us to jump into that boat again.

Now I am, as I said, no longer alone in this world, but in some time periods find myself more alone than I have ever been. I hate to say that some days I think the dog gets more ‘air time’ than I do. What am I going to do? I married a man who is every bit - or very much a bit of a stereo typical male. In truth this applies only in some extents and not at all in others.

Too bad I really don’t feel like writing any more about this. I am going to get online instead.