In which there’s a rambling, unstructured update.

AmmZon and Truck dragged me to Iowa City last Friday. We ate, saw JB, shopped, and came home. I brought my knitting along and got a couple of inches done on my sweater while sitting in George’s. (And the fabric store. And the car. And the other store. And then again later at George’s.) Portable projects are cool. I had a great time; it’s always refreshing to get the hell outta Dodge.

Saturday night we went to see Hotlips in the Iowa Theatre Company’s production of The Foreigner. Hotlips was freakin’ brilliant. I even dressed up and wore my velvet coat and makeup and everything. I saw RF (the director) backstage after final curtain and he immediately asked me for my number because he said he wants to cast me! I haven’t done a show in ages, but it might be time to hate theatre again. (My last show was Into The Woods — I played the witch — and it was probably seven years ago. I’m ready to start tackling those crone roles, since I’m clearly past the age of playing the ingenue.)

Saturday I went out and partied. Sunday I slept. Monday I worked on the BME site and suffered the onslaught of That Time Of The Month. (My cycle is moving to match AmmZon’s since she’s on the pill.)

Tuesday I drove to the airport to pick Snow up, and then we went to band practice. I hadn’t been to band practice in a really long time. My band never gigs. People don’t even know I’m in a bad, that’s how bad it is. But goddamn we sound good.

Tonight I hung out with Bread because we needed to discuss the property; the fucking hippies we bought it from are trying to foreclose due to ‘breach of contract’ (we did some remodeling) because they want to force us to refinance. They will not respond to any communications from us. They appear to have instructed their lawyer not to respond to us. They are being total insane freaks. It sucks and I hate them. They’ve completely lost their fucking hippie minds! We’ve never missed a payment. We’ve been making two balloon payments a year for six years. The insurance is current. The property tax is current. We’re ideal buyers!

Seeing Bread made my heart ache. I love that man, I really do, I’m just not his life partner and he’s not mine and it fucking hurts. I miss him so much.

Now I’m home reading blogs. I may go to bed early. I may sit right here and finish the BME gig. I may go out and have a few drinks. I just don’t know.