Here I am, at loose ends. My book is terrible. No one is here, my children are in bed. And I'm too tired to do more than talk.

I hate this part.

</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial">Originally posted by greengables:
<strong>Here I am, at loose ends. My book is terrible. No one is here, my children are in bed. And I'm too tired to do more than talk.

I hate this part.</strong></font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial">yup, another saturday nite
and i ain't goe nobody
i got some money
cause i just got paid
how i wish i had someone to talk to
i'm in an awful way

How i remember those days.
but you remember that it could be worse, Green?
you could be sitting at home, with the kids in bed, w/ you H sitting over there w/ the remote fused to his hand, flipping mindlessly thru the channels, ignoring you.
at least you know why you are feeling loney.
at least noone is pestering you about spending too much time on the computer, even though they do not intend to spend any quality time w/ you.

Hey baby, you are not alone.
I am here, if not on line, then in spirit.
I am off to get some work done on the refridgerator. heh heh heh
I am going to try and have pics on the gridge door by Mon.
Got you pic done yet?

thinking of you , Green.
xo
H

Thanks, H. You know what the real pay off is?
Tomorrow morning when I'm racing around trying to get more chores done before I have to take off to buy OD ice skates, and when I get back... There will be no one sitting around reading the paper while I do the chores!

Chores aren't fun. But chores with no one helping because they have to do the New York Times crossword and read the paper for three hours ruins my day.

I've been there - done that --- the alone on Saturday night thing...

Lonely is a terrible place to be.

But, lonely with someone sitting across the room is a worse place to be.

Tonight, we have MB...

Ladies, what shall we talk about?

Jan

I'm not sure, Jan. My cat is insisting I play fetch with him. Anyway, Hypatia's gone up to her tower to paint. She's promised to put our pictures on the fridge on Monday. See the Kingdom.

I guess I'm lonely. A little bored. A lot tired. Don't feel like cleaning. Or ironing. Or even organizing closets.

Oh, no, what if it's depression trying to take it's ugly hold on me? I hate that stuff.

More likely PMSing or something equally dull and uninteresting... LOL

Don't give in to it being depression... Can't be... We've got to much to be optimistic for.

Life is good --- do you have messenger?

I have AOL and yahoo and MSN ---

let me know...

Jan

I don't know how to set messenger up. Although I'd love to figure it out. Tell me how.

Okay, I'm downloading MSN Messenger.

<small>[ October 04, 2003, 09:29 PM: Message edited by: greengables ]</small>

Ah, ha! I think I'm getting it. I'm installing now.

Count me in. I didn't get on earlier because I actually WAS doing the dishes and other chores, which I'm going to go back to in a minute. And I still have to get everything ready for tomorrow - on Sundays I leave the house at about 8 a.m. to get to band/praise team practice before church, and don't get home until about 7 or so at night. I spend basically the entire day at church, because there is too little time between activities to bother going home. So I gather bills, stuff I need to go through or read, my laptop comfy clothes for the afternoon, and just enjoy being out of the house all day. It almost makes up for Saturday nights.....almost........

I'm just glad for the cats, since I have no kids. I don't know how I ever used to handle being in my apartment alone with no other living creature - I didn't get cats until after I got married. Right now I'm sitting here with Bambi on the bed behind me.....I think she has become permanently attached to my butt to be honest. At least, anytime I sit, that's where I find her - curled up around my backside.

It's funny though - I have been saying to people for months now that it's a heck of a lot easier being lonely when I am alone than it was being lonely when I wasn't alone. So that's what I try to remember.....it could be worse...he could actually be here! <img border="0" title="" alt="[Wink]" src="images/icons/wink.gif" />

Hey --- it wouldn't log me back in...

MSN messenger is good --- I'm "seekingjoy@msn.com" just add me to your friends list... and I shoul 'light up' your life... <img border="0" title="" alt="[Smile]" src="images/icons/smile.gif" />

IT's fun to chat.

Jan

penguin -

you are welcome to add me to your list too...

Jan

Thanks sj....of course, I'd have to actually load one of the messenger apps too, which is probably a task for another day at this point. But I may try to do it before next weekend rolls around. First, I have to figure out which one to get - I'm sure there has to be at least one out there wit a Mac version, right?

Well, back to work, or I'll never get to bed tonight, and my sleep habits have been screwed up enough lately. Every time the stress level goes down enough that my body tries to get back to normal on sleep, I either hear from the STBX, or he does something that affects me, or he dumps on me again....sometimes all three. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Frown]" src="images/icons/frown.gif" /> But my recovery time after one of those happens is getting faster all the time, so I have hope that soon I will sleep normally on a regular basis.

Enjoy the rest of the night y'all!

If you are just getting one - I would recommend MSN Messenger --- most of MB has it.

Enjoy your evening.

Jan

Hello beautiful ladies,
You know?
I am so envious of all of you this evening.
Silly?
Loney yet not alone.
There he sits, oblivious to my existance.
He is spending quality time w/ the remote.
maybe if i strapped the remote......
ooops!
forgive me.
Ladies, it is off to the bathroom to take a sleeping pill so I will sleep oblivious to his presence in the bed. Now you talk about being lonely. Nothing like being ignored by your husband in your own marital bed.

I miss being single sometimes.
hugs and kisses all,
xo
Hypatia

I remember those days, Hypatia. Although mine never bothered much with the remote. Try a murder mystery a day on top of the New York Times from cover to cover. Now no wonder he had such a hard time selling, organizing, doing something with his stock. He was too busy reading!

Then, he wouldn't help or whatever, there'd be book in the sitting room, dining room and I'd go ballistic. You can see a pic of the sitting room that's pretty typical in P. Buttercup's photo albulm. It's proof I'm not insane or a perfectionsist. The basement was of course 100 times worse.

I hated the very sound of his breath.

</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial"> </font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial">It's funny though - I have been saying to people for months now that it's a heck of a lot easier being lonely when I am alone than it was being lonely when I wasn't alone. So that's what I try to remember.....it could be worse...he could actually be here! </font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial"> </font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial">A dear friend once said to me, "It's better to be alone than to wish you were."

Turns out, she was right. At least when you're truly alone, there's hope that it won't always be that way.

I once spent a Saturday night after my divorce re-reading my master's thesis (which had been written about 15 years before-it's not like it needed editing or anything). I thought that must have been an all time low in the lonely Saturday night annals.

I don't know, Elspeth. (Love the name, btw.)
I've reread all the Harry Potters. The english editions. I've reread Anne of Green Gables. Pride and Prejudice. That's pretty bad. I feel guilty reliving this childhood treasures. Well, not the Austen. No need to ever feel guilty there.
I'm considering revisiting Wuthering Heights. It's not dangerous since my H. was never my Heathcliff.

This Saturday night? Probably I'll be painting Emma's room. By the time I hit the dining room, I'll be great!

</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial"> You can see a pic of the sitting room that's pretty typical </font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial">It's not nearly as bad as I imagined it. I figured the stacks would be at least waist high. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Big Grin]" src="images/icons/grin.gif" />

AFS, just proof of man's inertia. The sitting room is on the second floor. My H. refused to have tools or laundry in the basement because he didn't want to go up and down the stairs every time he wanted a screwdriver. About once a month. So I figure the books would have been waist high. Of course, I did end up crying a lot.

The basement was chest high, the steps covered, the floor trecherous with broken glass and little pathways that looked approapriate for Borrowers or mice, take your pick.

I am so much happier now!