weekend update (just a little late!)

I've been so darned busy lately that it's been difficult to find time to post. My weekends get so wrapped up in spending time with the boy, work is crazy busy, and when I get home I kind of just flop down and try to relax and then I get completely sidetracked.

The boy and I spent last weekend housesitting for his mom. The entire household (of 5 people) was going to be gone, and since they have 4 cats that need to be fed and watered, Ian was recruited. There was no way in hell I was giving up my weekend with him, since I only get to see him on weekends at the moment, so I packed up some clothes and stuff and headed over there as well (turned out his mom totally expected that, too). It was a lot of fun having the whole house to ourselves. Sadly, his sister's wireless connection wasn't working quite right and we weren't able to get our laptops onto the net while we were there.

We did spend most of Saturday out and about, mostly wandering Main Street, which has a lot of cool shops on it. Ian specifically wanted to go to a German deli and get some stuff from there, but otherwise we were just wandering around for fun. We also headed down to West 4th and hit up Banyen Books (and he made fun of me and the shop the entire time, the little shit) but I finally picked up a new tarot deck while I was there. I got the Robin Wood deck this time, and I haven't had a chance to use it yet but I'm looking forward to it. And while I was there, I was delighted to discover that my first deck ever, the Connolly Tarot, is still in production. I loved that deck, but some time ago one of my cards went missing. I've never seen that deck again since then, until Saturday. I intend to head back there again soon to pick up another copy.

This coming weekend is a long weekend, and because it's been at least 3 weeks since Ian's spent the weekend at my place, the roommate will just have to suck it up and deal, because I've declared this weekend is going to happen at my house. Then next week, Ian goes onto dayshift for 5 weeks, so I will get to see him much more than usual. We can both hardly wait.

frustration

I am going crazy, and I need to vent.

Despite how much I've accomplished lately, I still have a lot more stuff to accomplish. I feel like I'm in some sort of holding pattern at the moment - waiting for things to happen that are beyond my control. It's driving me crazy, because it's preventing me from doing some of the things I really want to be doing, so I am trying to find other productive things to do in the meantime, and find ways to do some of the things I really want to do anyways. Yes, I know I'm a bit of a control freak.

This is part to-do list, part babbling.

i. I'm 3 days away from my bankruptcy discharge. I submitted my April report last Friday, and I may have one little payment to make once they do their final calculations, but probably not, since they didn't even cash my April cheque. I have no report to file for May, so I'm already technically free to spend my income however I want (and I say technically because I am just continuing to be responsible and smart about things), but my trustee has recommended that I wait until I have my discharge certificate in hand to apply for a secured credit card. I already have all of the money in the bank to do so, and once I have the secured credit card, I will be able to reserve the car for my trip to Portland in July.

ii. I really need to get going on Ian's garb - his tunic in particular - so that he has something to wear to Coronet. I already have a belt for him, and if all else fails he can wear a pair of plain pants under the tunic (and I really ought to hit up the Army & Navy to see if they have any plaid pajama bottoms), but the tunic needs to get made.

iii. This whole waiting for my roommate to move out thing is driving me absolutely insane. He had me give him a formal Notice to Vacate for Landlord's Use of Property in late April, and because I'm such a nice person, I put the deadline for him to be out as July 31st, because I felt it would be a good thing to give him lots of time. Essentially, he had a window of May 31st to July 31st to move. He's apparently been looking, but is being fussy because he has so much time, but is still being a huge pain in my ass. I know he's still a tenant there as long as he's paying rent, but you would think he'd have it through his head by now that he's not my goddamned father. He might be old enough to be my father, but I really don't need him commenting on every morsel of food that I put into my mouth or what time I go to bed at. And I just want to get started on the furniture rearranging and stuff.

iv. I've decided not to paint my place after all (other than touchups), because Ian and I are going to end up moving into Vancouver in the next year or two, and I don't want to go through all that work for only a year or so. Once the roommate IS gone, my priorities will be: wash down the walls in his room, do a cleansing ritual throughout the entire house to get rid of all his negative energy, and then move the computer desk and futon from the living room to
the 2nd bedroom (and get the landlord to bring the other half of my desk in from the garage). Once that's done, I am going to have a professional in to clean the carpets for me.

v. I REALLY need to learn to balance my obsessiveness (and suspected mild OCPD) with my need to be creative better. In the past few weeks, I have been thinking of almost nothing but my desire to be creative. I want to make pretty things, I want to work on my projects, I want to work on my websites, I want to practice my harp and piano, I want to finally set up an altar that I can use. But I'm already so cramped in my suite, and all of my supplies are packed away in boxes in the storage room because my damned roommate expects me to get out my supplies, work on a project, and then put everything away again every single time I want to work on something, and that just doesn't work for me. Not at all. I need space to spread my stuff out, and be able to flit from project to project depending on my whims and bouts of creativity. But he's so damned demanding and bossy and a bully (despite spending almost all of his time holed up in his bedroom), that no matter how hard I stand my ground, he just overwhelms me. Ian will have no problem with this at all (and sharing a bedroom and having the second bedroom as a den will allow us to have much more room for projects), and I can hardly wait.