me and juanita
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dragonlady7I was productive this morning but have been lying in bed for the last little while revelling in the fact that I chose to take the late bus and will be 10 minutes late to work and you can bet your ass nobody will care.
Also, have been revelling in the comfort of Juanita and the shiny smell of the new shampoo I bought.
I have spent a lot of money over the last couple days.
Dinner at Pizza Plant with Dave: $40. Liquor store run: $90. Dinner at Rendezvous: $40. Admission to Glassline show: $10. Drinks: $20 (cuz I never took my change back from Dave). Grocery store: $90 for food and beauty supplies. Garden center: $25 for pansies and dirt. Land's End Inlet: $23 for Juanita. J.C. Penney: $40 for pants and socks. Chase Pitkin: $40 for thermometer, gloves, light bulbs, and seeds. $2.50 at Abbot's for some frozen custard (jury still out on whether they're better than Buffalo's Anderson's Frozen Custard.) $16 at Record Archive for 3 used CDs. And $15 at Tahou's for two garbage plates. Mmmmmmm.
And I still need more dirt and seeds from another garden center. Also, cream cheese. I bought bagels and forgot cream cheese.
The only reason I was feeling so flush is that I hadn't spent any money in so long. Dave was remarking upon how we don't spend that much so we're ok, and I had to point out that we pretty much have to spend what we do, and I really don't earn quite enough for the both of us. It was depressing; I just mailed off a fat paycheck for deposit that I've already entirely earmarked for bills. And the car payment's due. Yes, I'm making a lot more money than I was, but still not quite enough.
The bank balance looks healthy because none of the bills have gone through. God. I am tired. I'm almost fine, but am always wondering which bill I forgot to pay if I have money. Having two accounts to keep track of is very wearing. I hope to God that Dave gets a good job, promptly-- by which I mean, something in his field, something less than 50 miles away, something that pays him more than $25k. If he doesn't find something, then what? How long can I let him just lie around the house? How long before I have to insist he gets something in the "anything" category? How long before I start pushing him about looking outside this area? How long before I have to decide whether I like it enough to stay here even if the lifestyle I'd been hoping for (with him employed) never materializes? Don't make me make decisions, Fate. Just give Dave the job he deserves and let me see what it's like to actually live for a little while.
But, I have stuff. I'm trying new shampoo to make my hair less tangly and brittle-- we'll see how that goes. I think the new pants might be dry-- I washed all my new clothes because Juanita needed to be washed to be wearable. Only thing I wanted and didn't find was underpants-- have they raised the price on undies or what since I last went shopping?? Heavens, 3 for $21? There weren't 3 there I liked.
Uf, for some reason the thorough familiarity of driving down Jefferson and making a left onto E. Henrietta is only disorienting to me upon reflection. I drove past the house on E. Henrietta where I lived for 2 years and it still needs a paint job. There was a car in the driveway and I thought about stopping by, but decided against it. I mean, how weird would that be? I didn't even pause to check out whether my lilac bush is still growing in the front yard, because there was an asshole riding my bumper trying to pass me on the right and I figured drifting around the road in a fog was probably not the way to deal.
I was sort of happy there and sort of not.
I had shitty jobs and easy classes, and loved having my own space and my own house. But it always felt temporary. Funny... sort of the same as here. i also had too few friends-- the fencers were always somewhere, but I had very few friends to really just hang out with as me. But I did have more friends in RL there than I do here. I need to do something here to make friends, which isn't something I do naturally-- it's not that I'm shy, I just... don't make friends easily. I think I have weird taste in people, is all. So I have to think of something I can do that's sociable. Hm.
Yes, although I can find my way around Rochester far more easily, Buffalo remains a better place. I just think I'll miss Marketplace Wegmans forever because I could always find everything there. I knew that store really well after 4 years. Maybe Amherst St. Wegmans will grow on me. I can't *believe* I forgot the cream cheese. I woudln't've at Marketplace.
Rochester is a godforsaken smug little downhill slide of a hole, but I was there so long that parts of it are simply comfortable. I don't know Buffalo as well yet. But I don't know much of Rochester, only the areas where I frequently went-- mostly, UR and RIT and the spaces between.
Maybe I should come visit Fencerhaus sometimes. Really what I wish is that I had a car. If Dave had a job and could afford his car, maybe I could afford my own. I haven't felt I needed one in so long, but the freedom one would give me would go a long way toward helping me get more involved in real life in general. It was fun to just drive around and know that for the next 5 hours I could drive anywhere I wanted. I did consider some minor road trips, but not really. Most road trips I want to take, I want to take with Dave. It's just errands and outings I want to have the freedom to do. I don't even mind riding the bus to work, except that they never let me out in time to catch the bus *home*.
Anyhow, Rochester people were fun as usual. Darius and Berdine have a pretty sweet fencerhaus pad, not far from where Katy used to live when she was a senior at UR. And those three vacant bedrooms in the attic are definitely cool. I just wonder how much longer it's going to be cool to live with college kids. I know I'm not really beyond that stage, myself, but college kids get younger and younger every year I get older.
Also, Darius kept looking at me funny during dinner and I don't know why. So that was unsettling.
This is a very disorganized entry. I'd blame Juanita, who is so comfortable she is warping my mind, except that I'm always like this. I really should get dressed and go cut sod so I can plant the peas along the back fence, because tommorrow I'm going to have to do some more shopping.
But I don't want to be parted from Juanita...
Also, have been revelling in the comfort of Juanita and the shiny smell of the new shampoo I bought.
I have spent a lot of money over the last couple days.
Dinner at Pizza Plant with Dave: $40. Liquor store run: $90. Dinner at Rendezvous: $40. Admission to Glassline show: $10. Drinks: $20 (cuz I never took my change back from Dave). Grocery store: $90 for food and beauty supplies. Garden center: $25 for pansies and dirt. Land's End Inlet: $23 for Juanita. J.C. Penney: $40 for pants and socks. Chase Pitkin: $40 for thermometer, gloves, light bulbs, and seeds. $2.50 at Abbot's for some frozen custard (jury still out on whether they're better than Buffalo's Anderson's Frozen Custard.) $16 at Record Archive for 3 used CDs. And $15 at Tahou's for two garbage plates. Mmmmmmm.
And I still need more dirt and seeds from another garden center. Also, cream cheese. I bought bagels and forgot cream cheese.
The only reason I was feeling so flush is that I hadn't spent any money in so long. Dave was remarking upon how we don't spend that much so we're ok, and I had to point out that we pretty much have to spend what we do, and I really don't earn quite enough for the both of us. It was depressing; I just mailed off a fat paycheck for deposit that I've already entirely earmarked for bills. And the car payment's due. Yes, I'm making a lot more money than I was, but still not quite enough.
The bank balance looks healthy because none of the bills have gone through. God. I am tired. I'm almost fine, but am always wondering which bill I forgot to pay if I have money. Having two accounts to keep track of is very wearing. I hope to God that Dave gets a good job, promptly-- by which I mean, something in his field, something less than 50 miles away, something that pays him more than $25k. If he doesn't find something, then what? How long can I let him just lie around the house? How long before I have to insist he gets something in the "anything" category? How long before I start pushing him about looking outside this area? How long before I have to decide whether I like it enough to stay here even if the lifestyle I'd been hoping for (with him employed) never materializes? Don't make me make decisions, Fate. Just give Dave the job he deserves and let me see what it's like to actually live for a little while.
But, I have stuff. I'm trying new shampoo to make my hair less tangly and brittle-- we'll see how that goes. I think the new pants might be dry-- I washed all my new clothes because Juanita needed to be washed to be wearable. Only thing I wanted and didn't find was underpants-- have they raised the price on undies or what since I last went shopping?? Heavens, 3 for $21? There weren't 3 there I liked.
Uf, for some reason the thorough familiarity of driving down Jefferson and making a left onto E. Henrietta is only disorienting to me upon reflection. I drove past the house on E. Henrietta where I lived for 2 years and it still needs a paint job. There was a car in the driveway and I thought about stopping by, but decided against it. I mean, how weird would that be? I didn't even pause to check out whether my lilac bush is still growing in the front yard, because there was an asshole riding my bumper trying to pass me on the right and I figured drifting around the road in a fog was probably not the way to deal.
I was sort of happy there and sort of not.
I had shitty jobs and easy classes, and loved having my own space and my own house. But it always felt temporary. Funny... sort of the same as here. i also had too few friends-- the fencers were always somewhere, but I had very few friends to really just hang out with as me. But I did have more friends in RL there than I do here. I need to do something here to make friends, which isn't something I do naturally-- it's not that I'm shy, I just... don't make friends easily. I think I have weird taste in people, is all. So I have to think of something I can do that's sociable. Hm.
Yes, although I can find my way around Rochester far more easily, Buffalo remains a better place. I just think I'll miss Marketplace Wegmans forever because I could always find everything there. I knew that store really well after 4 years. Maybe Amherst St. Wegmans will grow on me. I can't *believe* I forgot the cream cheese. I woudln't've at Marketplace.
Rochester is a godforsaken smug little downhill slide of a hole, but I was there so long that parts of it are simply comfortable. I don't know Buffalo as well yet. But I don't know much of Rochester, only the areas where I frequently went-- mostly, UR and RIT and the spaces between.
Maybe I should come visit Fencerhaus sometimes. Really what I wish is that I had a car. If Dave had a job and could afford his car, maybe I could afford my own. I haven't felt I needed one in so long, but the freedom one would give me would go a long way toward helping me get more involved in real life in general. It was fun to just drive around and know that for the next 5 hours I could drive anywhere I wanted. I did consider some minor road trips, but not really. Most road trips I want to take, I want to take with Dave. It's just errands and outings I want to have the freedom to do. I don't even mind riding the bus to work, except that they never let me out in time to catch the bus *home*.
Anyhow, Rochester people were fun as usual. Darius and Berdine have a pretty sweet fencerhaus pad, not far from where Katy used to live when she was a senior at UR. And those three vacant bedrooms in the attic are definitely cool. I just wonder how much longer it's going to be cool to live with college kids. I know I'm not really beyond that stage, myself, but college kids get younger and younger every year I get older.
Also, Darius kept looking at me funny during dinner and I don't know why. So that was unsettling.
This is a very disorganized entry. I'd blame Juanita, who is so comfortable she is warping my mind, except that I'm always like this. I really should get dressed and go cut sod so I can plant the peas along the back fence, because tommorrow I'm going to have to do some more shopping.
But I don't want to be parted from Juanita...
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:03 pm (UTC)I mean, I know that going out to eat is fun, but I really think it's the biggest regular money drain there is, on a student-type budget. It's cheaper to get paper plates so you don't have to wash up at home...
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Date: 2005-04-13 02:08 am (UTC)It's difficult in Buffalo, because there *is* so much extremely good cheap food all around. But even if the food's cheap, you still wind up spending as much in a night as you would in a week of eating at home.
Our food budget's been pretty low since I started at the airport, though. I get 5 free meals a week there, and often can manage to not eat the whole thing and bring home something for Dave. (And when the kitchen makes mistakes? Surreptitious styrofoam is the reigning champion of my fridge.) Dave cooks, but pretty much only if I tell him to, and tell him what to. So it's up to me to plan meals, and sometimes I don't have the energy.
But this past week? I was dead beat and making extra money, so we went out twice. It's a budget-buster, but I think it was needed. I had so much fun, and it was cheaper in the end than the getaway to Toronto I'd been considering.
But paper plates? After the deal with the devil I just made about the dishes? ... Well, you may have a point. But my ecofreak sister would kill me. (Though she's been promising to visit for six months and never has, so maybe dread of her opinion is a poor deterrent after all.)
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Date: 2005-04-13 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-13 03:01 am (UTC)In Westchester we went out once a month, not counting bagels. I had a schedule, I had a budget, I could count on being home at certain times. I would make casseroles and leave them in the fridge. Now? Pff. I can't get myself together enough. I get out the grocery list and stare blankly at it and can't do it. Even if I do I get so worried about whether Dave's going to like what I cook. I never used to worry.
I dunno. Yes, I do have a plan for this week, and it mostly involves "throwing things on the grill", because I can trust Dave to do that with relatively little prompting from me. What do you think, would a white board with the week's meals on it help? Today Dave made dinner because I e-mailed him with the choices and a list of the ingredients available. If I don't do that, i come home at 9 and he says "So what do you want to eat?"
Rant, rant, rant. But you're right and I am aware of the issue. Muh. I'd go get me a weekly planner whiteboard or something but I know better than to let myself into an office supplies store. I become a quivering wreck of consumerism. I think that deep down beneath my sensible scrimping and saving surface lies a deeply depraved spending addict in denial.