Saturday October 1, 2016
A Vista print ad
Mary handwrites her thank you notes. She does laundry on Sundays. She goes to the community centre pool on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She allows herself the time to procrastinate on Saturdays. Mary works at a garden centre as the bookkeeper and accounts manager. She works Monday to Friday, eight thirty to four thirty. She wakes up at seven on weekdays and eight thirty on weekends. She’s usually asleep by ten, unless she’s at her book club, which happens the first Thursday of every month. Then she’s not asleep til eleven. Mary used to think of herself as spontaneous. Now she recognizes that structure makes her life manageable. She likes structures. Spontaneity is only for Saturdays.
Friday, August 14, 2015
Me and Matthew are intimate with each other on average 6 times a week. Before you grab your shit to egg my house or something, you should know that I don’t just mean sex. Phew. Collective exhale. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we fuck like rabbits and we do that a lot too (Woah, easy…) but plain intimacy is harder for us so we have to schedule that in. Now I’m not saying this is how it should be. But we’ve figured out a way to stop taking sex personally and to stop measuring our value as a couple (or our self worth) by the act. We still struggle with making time for us to stare into each other’s eyes for an extended period of time, or sit in silence without other stimuli creeping in. It’s taking a long time. So we pencil it in and we work on it.
Saturday, April 11, 2015
The Bargain Club sign
Got a thousand things to do today meliss! I set my alarm for exactly 7:41am, snoozed it for exactly 9 minutes, laid in bed for exactly ten more minutes thinking about the thousand things I have to do, and then I finally got out of bed by 8:00 am. I was prepared to get started, I had made a list, and then on my way to the bathroom, I tripped on the steamer that I left in the middle of the floor (cause I thought I’d just be able to SEE it and something like this would never even happen), I fell to the ground, and I fractured my wrist, meliss! How was I supposed to get things done like that!