Drink and cry

Every now and then WM and I travel separately. Sometimes he goes to visit his family solo. Sometimes I travel for work. It’s how it goes and while we’re never apart for long, sometimes we are apart.

It's a 7 year old picture but it fits.

It’s a 7 year old picture but it fits.

I don’t know what he does when I’m not here. From his tellings he pretty much does the same thing he does when I AM here. Me? I go into some sort of adolescent bacchanal state. I stock up on hummus, pita bread, wine, cheese, genoa salami, chocolate cake, wine, chips, wine, etc. I don’t wear pants. I bellow showtunes. And one night I do what I call the Drink and Cry.

It is what it says. I drink wine and make myself cry. I cry over the injustices of the world and our country. Massacres and racism and stupid shit. There is a bunch of self-pity cry in there too because I am a human bean and can’t help it. Dead friends, dead family, dead pets, dead dreams. But sometimes I need to grease the wheels a bit to get a good cry going.

Here, readers, is my Drink and Cry list.

Some light reading:

Back to videos… From Les Miz 10th anniversary…

  • I Dreamed a Dream (“He slept a summer by my side / He filled my days with endless wonder / He took my childhood in his stride / But he was gone when autumn came”) Sing it, sister.
  • Fantine’s Death (“Look, monsieur! Where all the children play!”)

Truth be told, I rarely make it past UP!

Once I’m done, I feel so much lighter and better. I’m a weeper and most of the time I hold it in because it’s just not acceptable to cry whenever I feel like it. It’s messy too. So it’s nice to have a time when I can let loose and only have to apologize to the dogs afterward.

(It took me four months to be able to finish this post, by the way!)

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Friday 5 on Saturday: Up and Autumn

Happy Saturday! The last 2 nights I’ve been passing out on the sofa between 9 and 10pm, so I welcome this weekend with open arms. And then this morning, I woke up with what seems to be a cold, so I didn’t go to Zumba. This is probably my yearly October illness, so it’s good I get it out of the way before my Fall Business trip. This year, I’m headed back to New Orleans for beignets and bon temps.

The sick SOB who designed this for Pottery Barn probably loves Autumn.

The sick SOB who designed this for Pottery Barn probably loves Autumn.

It is rainy and dreary here on Literary Lane. We gave in and turned the heat on last night. It works! I knew it would work, but we need to save hard toward getting it replaced sooner rather than later. The heating guy last week took a photo of a valve so he could show the people back at the office how old it was. Yay.


Here’s this week’s Friday 5 subject: Up and Autumn. Ugh. I hate autumn. Effing fall. Everyone thinks it’s all hayrides and pumpkin-picking stock photo opportunities but it’s actually about cold rain, cloudy skies, and encroaching dampness.

1. Where do you rank October among the twelve months of the year?

This is an AMAZING question. I had to list out the months to find October’s position. October is eighth out of the twelve. Here’s how my list pans out.

  1. June
  2. July
  3. August
  4. May
  5. December
  6. April
  7. March
  8. October
  9. February
  10. September
  11. November
  12. January

Summer and spring months take the cake, hands down. October can have some really pretty days before the shitstorm that is November.

2. What time is the sun coming up where you live, and how does it affect your life or schedule?

Today the sun rose at 6:58am. I haaaaate this because I hate getting up while it’s still dark. I’m an office worker. I thrive on light, both natural and fluorescent. It’s awful wrangling dogs in the dark, too. I used to just dump them in the yard in the morning, but wandering Ollie ixnayed that. Part of this weekend’s plans is getting some cinderblocks to block the escape route.

3. How do you manage to get enough fresh air and exercise in bad-weather months?

Ex-er-cise? Not familiar with that. As for fresh air, my public transportation commute gives me plenty of time on freezing wind-whipped train platforms and streetcorners. So I don’t miss out on the chapped lips and frostbitten fingers that come with bad-weather months.

4. Holidays and weather aside, what are the best and worst things about the autumn months?

Best: It’s easier to look pulled-together in the autumn months. The cozy clothes I like make strong comebacks. I also like decorating with oranges, browns, and goldenrods.

Worst: Being surrounded by the husks of dead plants and hibernating trees.

5. What are some good songs for the soundtrack of the season?

  • Monster Mash
  • California Dreamin’
  • Hazy Shade of Winter
  • Welcome to the Black Parade
  • more here

I’m finally up to the last (2-part) episode of Friends and I’m not sure I want to watch it. I kind of like the idea of the gang hanging out in Monica’s amazing purple apartment forever. Plus, Ross is a pretty awful human being and doesn’t deserve the ending I know he gets.

Have a lovely (and non-damp) weekend!

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Throwback Thursday: December 1973

Rabbit rabbit! I’m glad it’s October because September well and truly sucked. Yuck.

No date on the back of this one, but I’m positive it’s Christmas 1973. This is an actual Polaroid picture. For the younger readers, this is what Instagram is trying to emulate.

All those gifts are for meeeee!

All those gifts are for meeeee!

I’m 15 months old and barely standing. The story goes that I was held back from walking until the folks could get carpet installed. But I know me, so I’m going to chalk that up to laziness/clumsiness.

Items of note:

  • Bells tied to the baby shoes.
  • You can barely see the terrifying unpadded 1970s-era high chair in the background.
  • The dress is likely handmade. Not because of a twee pinterest-maker wannabe desire, but because it was the 70s and that’s what working class families did.
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    Currently: Crossword puzzling

    I loooooove crossword puzzles.

    I gave up on this one.

    I gave up on this one.

    I suuuuuuuck at crossword puzzles.

    A few months ago, I plunked down $40 ($40!) for the New York Times crossword app for my phone. It’s a lot of dough, but that $40 ($40?!) gives me the NYT puzzle every day for a year, plus a bunch of puzzle packs and the ability to do past puzzles.

    If you’re not familiar with the NYT puzzles, here is how they work:

    • Monday: VERY easy.
    • Tuesday: Easy.
    • Wednesday: Medium difficulty.
    • Thursday: Medium-hard difficulty.
    • Friday: Hard.
    • Saturday: Stupidly hard.
    • Sunday: Back down to hard, but larger and usually with a quirky hell-beast gimmick.

    I don’t know a lot about movies (I hate movies), the Bible (Catholic) and sports (doughy nerd) and my lack of expertise in those subjects really cripples me. But each day I persevere. So far my longest streak has been Monday-Thursday. My goal is to complete seven days in a row.

    Hopefully it’ll be before next year’s $40 ($40?!?) is due.




    Last night, Ollie got out of the yard through a gap in the back fence and for 30 minutes I was a hysterical mess. While I walked the streets wailing like a banshee, WM found him by thinking like him – he followed bunnies. Where there were bunnies, there was Ollie. A block away, grinning and panting like an idiot.

    Time to get that gap filled in AND an updated dog tag with our new address.

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