Neko
Dear Diary . . .
As RoseanneRoseannaDanna says, "If it isn't one thing, it's another", and fuck me if she isn't completely correct.
So this last week was spent going through stuff here in the house and outside, trying to get loads together to take to the swap meet so I could possibly make some money to pay some rather pressing bills. I had help from a friend who I will call May, and without her assistance, I would have accomplished nothing.
My friend George and his GF also helped by taking a huge load of things down to the swap meet on his flatbed truck, and helping to load and unload. I did alright, but not fabulously...pretty much just broke even with a little to spare.
The good part is that I was able to pay for my space for a month, and I may even keep it longer than that. The other good thing is that a lot of my stuff is down there already, and I don't have to schlep it back and forth.
On the bad list is the fact that I threw my back out so badly that I have been horizontal for much of the last 2 days, and today looks like it will be the same. Let's add insult to injury; my tooth abscessed again, though I caught it really early it still looks awful, but with liberal applications of antibiotics, it is subsiding quickly.
So this weekend will be very, very busy; I have two gigs, Friday and Saturday nights and I will do the swap meet on Saturday morning too. Believe me, I need the money, so I will cowboy up no matter how much I may hurt. I am hoping though that if I take the rest of today and then tomorrow to lie down, then my back will be cooperative. It seems to be somewhat better today, so my hope doesn't seem to be misplaced.
Even more fun is that like La-The-Sage, my ponies have decided that doing odd things is the new fun thing to do. I've have three quasi-periods in the last month, and right now, instead of stampeding, the little bastards have just been milling about rather like they did last month.
I don't mind that they aren't stampeding, it's just that I don't know what to expect, and I don't want to get caught by a surprise stampede. Remember when you were waiting for your very first period, and you had heard all of the horror stories about girls having surprise stampedes, and how terrified you were that YOU were going to be the next cautionary tale? Well, it's rather like that, and I don't like it.
So anyway, as I've been taking it easy, and since I can't sit at the computer and just veg because of the pain, I've been watching movies for the last few days. I have a few films that I purchased years and years ago, but never actually watched, like "The Piano" and "The Age of Innocence" and stuff like that. I've now watched them, and I believe I understand my inner reluctance to watch some of them.
Now, I LOVE period films, but Age of Innocence was boring in the extreme! I'm certain the novel was wonderful, and evocative...and the choices and emotions facing the protagonist were probably better presented...but I was BORED! Even with Daniel Day-Lewis in it, I was bored.
"The Piano" was thought provoking, mostly in the sense of how difficult settling places like New Zealand and Oz must have been, but also in the sense of how infuriating the lack of communication between characters was...and I don't just mean her muteness. She could communicate when she chose, and her choice to NOT communicate important things was maddening to me. Also, the consequences of that lack was horrific, even though it could be said that there was a "happy" ending.
Oh well, enough of that.
As for the name game thing...I was surprised to learn how many Evelyns are now among us, not to mention other somewhat outmoded names. For the record, I have an "Aunt" Evelyn, a friend of my mom's, who babysat me and whom I love dearly. I just didn't think that name would ever enjoy a rebirth. Then again, I didn't think Emily would either, and it's been popular now for 20 years!
I was highly amused by the use of the names Gertrude and Henrietta, as those were the names I chose to use for M.Rose and E.Rose when I named them as the Queen of the Rats and the Princess of the Rats. I tried to choose the most horrific names I could think of, instead of using beautiful lyrical names. I'm sure I had good reasons for doing so, probably because I didn't want my girls to like their "Princess" names better than their regular names.
So they became Gertruda Ethel and Henrietta Ethel, Princesses of the Rats. That someone has actually chosen to seriously call their female children by those names absolutely horrifies me, but then again, I suppose that everything old is new again, and one day about 80 years from now, Ashley, Madison and Emma will enjoy a resurgence.
But it is time to go lie down again, so I will leave you with another question or two.
1. What name to you find to be the absolutely WORST male and female names, and
2. If you were going to have a new baby, what would you name them today.
Becca, take notes, OK?
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