There are Amish men building a new roof next door and it is extremely loud, but because I have superior sleeping powers, I slept through most of it. Now that I am trying to watch tv, though, it is much more annoying. Because I cannot hear the tv, you see. So this tells me, Darcy, you should not watch tv, it is a lovely day and you should go for a walk. So obviously, I am writing a blog post.
I am mostly over my Sociopath Series. Mostly I just miss AJ’s cats a lot. I do not have confidence that they are being given proper attention. I know that he would never hurt them, but I do know that he would willingly leave them alone for most of the time to pursue a female person, and I do know that he never, ever stops pursuing female people. So I fear they are sad and alone and I have no way of knowing if they are happy. This next part is really, really weird, even for me – but also, AJ was the voice of Sabrina. You know how you make your pets talk? Well AJ was Sabrina’s voice. He wasn’t always, before I knew him, but when he gained control of that aspect of my life and renamed her Smurf, he also became her voice. But it was funny and cute, so it was ok. After Sabrina died (this is the part that is weird even for me) it was a great comfort to me to make AJ talk in her voice, and to have “Sabrina” tell me she loves me and is ok. I took it very seriously. Knowing I will never hear Sabrina’s voice again has been causing me grief. And then I realized that Sabrina’s Facebook page “liked” AJ’s actor page. I felt like my own cat was betraying me from beyond the grave, and I could not remember her log in information. AJ also posted as her, even though I set up the account. He posted funny things and it would make me tremendously happy when I would be at my house, and he would be at his, and all of a sudden my cat would post something on my FB page (this was when she was alive). I did not want Sabrina to “like” AJ’s actor page after the things he put me through, so of course, I panicked and completely freaked out. Then a very lovely and kind young man who knows a lot about computers (and makes me realize how much I do NOT know) told me how to get back into Sabrina’s page and all is right with the world. I do wish I could hear Sabrina’s voice again, though.
In other news, it turns out that even though I am riddled with anxiety about every single thing in the world, and I spend 99% of my time thinking about animals who are suffering, biological warfare, terrorists, fire, etc, etc, I am actually one of the most calm people you could ever meet. I found this out at work. I have suspected it for some time, but my suspicions were confirmed when I was in a conference room with my supervisor and our reactions to the exact same thing were him jumping up and down and saying “balls” and my reaction was “Ok, that’s fine”. He was not freaking out, he was being super funny, but the core of our reactions was there – I was totally fine with anything thrown at me and it did not phase me in the least, and he….was phased (though completely able to take care of and fix anything that comes along). I have a feeling people think I actually do not care because I do not get stressed out at work. I DO care, I am just realistic. We have 300 things to do and only 3 people available to do it? Ok, we will all just work our asses off, do what we can, and that is the best that can happen. It is something I can attempt to fix, but not control. Now if the situation were that one person (or everyone) was completely slacking and not doing their job, I WOULD be stressed and I would take action to fix it, but there is no one like that where I work. I know that people are doing everything they can, so I figure, why stress out about that when there is nothing I can do about it when I can be spending my time having anxiety attacks at the thought that I might someday have to fly in an airplane in the winter, or that there are animals without homes, or that I might get Ebola, or that those Isis people are bat shit crazy and want to behead us all, or that I might have to go to the grocery store and I HATE the grocery store, or that I might get kidnapped? THOSE are worthy of my fear and anxiety! I am…help me out with the word. An oxymoron? An anomaly? A living breathing contradiction? I am not sure, but all I know is that work does not stress me out in the least and I love it there. I mean, really…Henry sticks his tongue out at stress.
I am going to NYC and seeing Alan Cumming in Cabaret from amazingly awesome seats, and I will also be seeing the Goddess Idina Menzel and the adorable Anthony Rapp in If/Then and I WAS going to see The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime BUT I read that the point of the play is to have the audience experience Christopher’s sensory overload issues and thankyouverymuch I experience that quite enough on my own and do not need to be trapped in a theater having it forced upon me. I am also going to have coffee with several people. I have had my first Coffee Date, but I cannot decide if I want to make a physical scrapbook of my Coffee Dates, or if I want to make a section on my website for it. So more to come on that, try to contain your excitement until I figure it out.
Oh and also in NYC, I will absolutely be stage door stalking the following people, whether or not I see the production they are in: Alan Cumming, Idina Menzel, Anthony Rapp, Rupert Grint. If I get a picture with Ron Weasley, I could probably die and be happy that I have accomplished everything I could have hoped for in my life. If it is anything like the stage door when I saw Daniel Radcliffe in How to Succeed in Business, though, I may have to continue throughout life without that picture.
I am listening to a podcast by Librivox of Anne of Green Gables and it is very well read and all the voices are great except….Anne’s friend Diana Berry is read by like, an 82 year old woman. It is the most off-putting thing ever. I am not saying she is read by an adult trying to sound like a kid, I am saying that it is read by an elderly adult making no attempt to sound like a kid. When Anne is talking to her about school and boys, and an 82 year old woman answers, it is just…really unsettling.
Meow Meow is sitting in the bay window watching leaves come down and it is super cute. His little head follows them on their journey down to the ground. Oh and also I got a squirrel to eat a peanut out of my hand and I pet him. Here is Meow Meow watching a leaf:
I left that one big because I like the colors in it.
I COOKED SOMETHING. I made chicken in the crock pot and Jocelyn told me how to make it and I will now tell you, dear readers, how to make it and it is delicious. You take the chicken, all raw and nasty and gross – oh but it should be boneless skinless chicken breasts, not like, actual nasty gross parts. I did six of them. So you put them in the crock pot and then dump Hidden Valley Ranch powder on them, and also you dump McCormick’s Chicken Gravy Powder on top of it and then you put a stick of butter on top of it and then I put it on low for 6 hours and it was the most tremendously amazing chicken I have ever consumed in my life. Ever. It does not actually make gravy which is good because I do not eat gravy, it just makes it have flavor. Normally I am opposed to flavor of any kind, but in this case, it was very good.
The fish at work are bigger and they had babies again (they ate the first babies) and hopefully these babies will stick around. I get to give them fish treats twice a week and basically it is a cube of frozen Sea Monkeys and I pour hot water on them to melt them (they do not come alive, they are still dead), and then I pour cold water in so I am not dumping hot water into the fish tank, and then I dump it in and the fish go crazy. They also get brighter, which is very neat to see. I do not have a picture of the fish to post.
Do you live in New York or Pennsylvania? My NYC trip is November 7th – whenever I decide to come back (5-6 days), so I can galavant around that whole area and have coffee with you if you live in those states.