Well, DRAT... I saw a white van by our driveway and thought it was the satellite guy already... Turned out to be our across the road neighbor who has a white van for his painting company.

I do hate waiting!! 

Skywise is happy. His subscription to Sky at Night has come through and he now has two copies of the October issue and the November issue which won't be in the bookstore until the end of the month. My stargazing hubby is in heaven.

Bye, hon! Have as nice an afternoon as you can have with workmen on the roof...

There are TWO girlcats on the chair behind me. It is crowded!
And World Cat Wrestling, Junior Division is going on behind my head!

AR.

Penthesilea wrote on Nov 4^th, 2011 at 3:58pm:


I was just happy to get through it with an intact marriage.  Not to mention making up last night was a whole lot of fun...

In a way, it was a tad on the funny side... morbidly funny, but funny nonetheless.

The night before, he'd been tossing and turning in his sleep.  He'd gone to bed in a bad mood; he's bipolar, and his moods can be crazy.  At one point, while he was dreaming and I was asleep, his arm went flying, and his hand caught me in the face, with his wedding ring hitting me right on the bone just under the eye.  So I woke up with a pretty little bruise right there.  He felt so, so, so bad about it, he was kissing it in the morning.

Then we got into the fight.  And it was a bad fight.  REAL bad.  I haven't had a fight that bad since my last marriage, and that one, I ended up with a fax machine thrown at me (I'm not kidding!)  This one, the only thing that was thrown was his phone, and he didn't throw it at me LOL  I'd gone upstairs, and he'd stayed downstairs.  I was coming down, and my foot went out from under me and I fell down the stairs.  He threw his phone running to get me.

Anyway... so we have this huge, blowout screaming fight, and his aunt, who we live with, is freaking out, because I've got a black eye, I've had a seizure, and during the seizure, a tooth shattered, and I'm spitting out pieces of tooth.  She's thinking the worst and threatening to call the cops, and all I'm thinking is, "Really?  Really?  You think he hit me?  Where was someone to call the cops when my ex WAS hitting me?"

J didn't even raise a hand to me once.  He never has, and after the fight yesterday, I know he never would.  He'd walk away first.  In fact, he did.  He took off down the street.  Of course I went after him, barefoot, no coat, in the cold.  He got to the corner, turned and said he needed space, so I went back home.  He must not have needed much space, though; he was back in less than five minutes.

We continued to fight and fight and fight, and then when he logged into his phone account to suspend service on his phone, and try to cancel his contract, I was finally able to resolve the fight altogether.

Got lots of apologies from him, and lots of making up.

So J doesn't actually go on Facebook all that much, but he logged on today, and I am now officially married to him on Facebook LMAO

It's a silly thing, but it's my first Facebook public relationship ever... took getting married to have it, but hey...

LOL It's kinda like, "See, he's real.  I AM married to this guy..."

Penthesilea wrote on Nov 4^th, 2011 at 8:51pm:


LOL

Of course now I've gotten a few questions from friends that didn't realize that I was dating a 20-year-old, let alone that I'd married one...

Penthesilea wrote on Nov 4^th, 2011 at 9:48pm:


That's an understatement!

It's late and tomorrow is gonna be busy.

Everyone sleep well and be safe.

Afternoon.
It's Saturday.
Busy as hell but here. Just no time to post!

The problem with the washer has been found.
The necessary part and a repair manual have been ordered.
Jury-rigging has been done and I am currently doing a load of wash and hoping that it will hold. If not, Skywise will rig it again.

That's good information to have.