Earlier this month we attending our local munch night. It was the first time we’ve gone since January. I mean, when I say we stepped away I mean we stepped the fuck away, lol.
There were a lot of new faces- though I guess WE were the new faces as far as they were concerned. I didn’t like that, if I’m to be honest. I didn’t like feeling like we hadn’t done our part to uphold the little group we have. Whether the reasons are valid or not doesn’t matter so much. Some months they were, some months we were just too lazy to go. But we need it, and more importantly, other people need it. The socializing, the network, meeting and having other people who do the same and feel the same and who reassure you you aren’t the freak you suspect you may be.
Well, you ARE a freak but at least you have good company.
So! We went and as always we had a good time with good chatter with good people. And we’re really going to try and be more involved. Certainly our schedule has opened up enough to allow it. We’re still tethered by some things (M’s work and on-call schedule, primarily) but we can do more. We can BE more.
We had Jack and Jill over for dinner and discussed further plans for broadening our horizons and working at keeping our group active and interested. We may not have a lot of events here in the U.P. but there are events not too far away. Have kink, will travel.
We’re taking the first step and having a get-together of the non-vanilla variety here at our house next month. Which mostly means that I have a shitload of work to do to clear out a space big enough to set up at least a piece or two of equipment.
And then M’s got a bug up his butt about sharp, pointy things and my bits (which don’t belong in the same sentence, if you ask me). That’s got me a bit nervous I have to say.
AND I had lunch with a friend yesterday. I’ve done more socializing this month than I’ve done all year.
The purging is going well. Not as fast as I’d like, but it’s going. I’ve taken 2 loads of stuff to Goodwill, one truck load to the dumpster and made plans to place other items with friends. Sadly, it’s not done. It’s not even my stuff, dammit. It’s leftovers from kids moving here, there and everywhere. Ugh. Seriously hate clutter. It drives me CRAZY.
Speaking of moving here, there and everywhere and driving me crazy, Jes texts me last night and says “hey mom, guess what? Depending on how things go in Syria, my husband might deploy and if he deploys, can I come home while he’s
~cackles madly and goes to beat my head against the wall~