Today is a good day, probably because I made it out of the house to do some volunteer work and got to type up some poems for the magazine I help out with. This selection didn’t grab me as much as the last batch I typed up, despite the fact that . Next week I get to help out with the magazine layout, which is most exciting. Totally my dream job, and there is no hint of sarcasm in that statement, I swear!
The person for whom I volunteer very, very kindly reads poems of mine that I bring in. Today I had a handful, only one of which didn’t quite make the grade. My ‘Date night’ poem he seemed to like a fair bit (it’s in a password-protected post here, so some of my pals that read this will have read that one), as well as my ‘Interregnum’ - which I actually wrote in the fabled place of convalescence. God, I love euphemisms. It seems my poem ‘Interregnum’ which is about medications and the like (the title is supposed to hint at the mind not having a ‘reigning monarch’ ie. not having one’s full mental faculties. Very George III, eh?) has been received very well by a couple of poet-type persons and this pleases me greatly! Besides, it’s wonderful to get fab feedback on one’s hard work!
Other things seem to finally have hit me - I tend to be a bit retarded in that I react in a most delayed fashion to all sorts of news. My track record with upsetting or traumatic events is just appalling - it can take me years to sometimes fully ‘deal’ with events. There are some people that no matter how I try to explain this to, just won’t get it and think I’m simply not trying hard enough to get better. I find those people frustrate and sadden me.
It seemed like that was going to happen with my brother’s good news - but after him taking my mother and I to where him and his girlfriend have bought a piece of land, and taking us on a tour of what house will be built on it, finally excitement has hit me and everyone in my house is full of good cheer for my brother. On Thursday, he will be proposing to his girlfriend of a year and a half to the day so looks like I have me a sister-in-law-to-be. I think I’m finally adjusting to the fact that we’re going to have more family…it’s going to be a bit odd, given that when we moved to Australia we had no one. Well, we still do, all my immediate family have…is each other. No wonder we’re so fecking dysfunctional.
So family-wise, things are actually going well and the only thing getting me through this week is dinner with Rob and Dave tomorrow evening (yippee!!!) and the fact that my brother will soon have a fiancée. His life is truly moving forward. Apparently, I’m going to be a bridesmaid at the wedding (zoinks!). I’ve informed my brother that I want my bridesmaid’s dress to have a condom-sized pocket sewn into the seam. He told me I’m randy. Well, duh - not only am I a budding poet but a depressive - we’re totally obsessed with sex and death, sex and death…is there any other way to be?
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