Scruffie wrote:Man, i've been periodically following this shit and even i'm getting pissed off with her now, she's just dragging it out, it should have taken 3 trips maximum, how much shit does she have.
metric tons. that's a large part of the problem...life with her was halfway between an episode of "Storage Wars" and an episode of "Hoarders," so she has as much crap as you can cram into a 750 square fool house and still walk around. i literally packed about 2000 books yesterday. she's got a moving truck's worth of antique furniture she's collected over a forty-five year plus lifetime. tons of gardening supplies. it's not like we've been living in an apartment...we've been in a house together for ten years.
And bringing a long friends like that is not cool, just seems like a cry of 'Oh look I have new friends, they can see what *you're* like' Take pride you've not reverted to a 'group of friends' to help you, way I see it, bitching (not saying you're bitching, you know what I mean) on here is not the same as finding some group of 'like minded people' we're all diverse on here but she's gone straight to where she can get some attention and agreement.
i've actually not been taking it that way. at first it was part of her whole play-the-terrified-woman game where she had to bring Daddy along to protect her--which was pretty hilarious because her dad and i get along well and he's like 80 years old--and now it's just her getting someone to help. the fact that all she has is her family and people from her organized 12-step-type support groups is a source of a bitter schadenfreude to me; i pointed out to her in an argument awhile back when she said that i was so toxic that i drove everyone away from me by saying "then why do i have people who i've known since i was in high school calling me on the telephone and the only people who ever call you are people from your support group?"
Your mate will be a big help I think, go back out there and tear some shit up, get gigging, go drinking, meet yourself someone new, look forward to new things to come!
oh, yeah, i'm fucking DYING for him to get here. it'll be a lot more difficult to get glum when we're spending time playing, and there's so much different shit we can play. besides the bass/guitar thing we're going to be doing now, we played free music together when we were young--he would up playing with Ken Vandermark and some other luminaries for awhile--and have also done acoustic and electric rock projects together, he has a friend in Sacramento who'd go well in a 3-man frontline for a band with a vocal emphasis, and we could work up fake gypsy jazz and busk in Santa Cruz because he's an accomplished violinist. plus one of my oldest friends, what can i say? and it's bound to be especially good for me because i'm rather a wallflower when i'm by myself, and Daniel is much better an the whole social interaction thing. in our Chicago years i spent years happily travelling in his wake.