Getting Along on Weekend #3

Getting Along on Weekend #3

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The weekend was nice, but I can’t say that I am any less confused. Maybe now I’m confused differently I guess?

Friday was absolutely lovely! It started out a bit awkward because of our fight and the fact that we’d only talked a couple of times since, but once we passed the initial discomfort, things went great.

Most of Saturday, too.

We watched TV, had sex, talked, got reacquainted with each other…

But, yet again, Saturday night got all fucked up. Except last month I was asking if he was okay over and over again and this time it was him asking if *I* was okay over and over again.

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Going To His House

Going To His House

The last time you heard from me, Tuesday night didn’t turn out like I had hoped. I was really, really bummed, but even though we didn’t get to spend the entire night together, we still got to spend that evening together and see each other again first thing Wednesday morning.

Here’s how it went…

Tuesday after work I was supposed to meet him and help him move his vehicles (3 cars and a moving van) off of the property. So, I sent him a text at 5:30 to let him know I was on my way.

His response was:

Yeah, baby, come to my house.

That was unexpected, to say the last. I had never been there before. I never wanted to go to his house, really. There was never a reason for me to go there. Whenever I pick him up to go out, we meet at Taco Bell or Wendy’s, a few blocks away.

(I used to want to go to his house, but not to mess around or anything like that, just to pick him up when we were going out so he wouldn’t always have to walk to meet me. I respected his wishes and, even thought I knew his address, I never even drove past his house when I was worried. Even though I was very tempted a couple of times.)

While I was on my way to meet him I did not obsess about meeting his wife/Diva. It was strange. I wasn’t nervous to meet her or worried that she would beat me up…

(Every time I try to write this part, I can’t work it out with my words… *sigh*)
When I got to the house and parked down the street, there were a few people there: Loverman, Diva and a friend who had recruited her family to help. There was also a man on the street standing by a pickup truck. I thought he might be with Diva or the eviction company.

For a second I sat in my car waiting for a signal from Loverman.

He waved and signaled for me to ‘come here’. As I approached his house, he walked towards me and said, “Can you take a picture of that guy and get a good one of his license plate, too?”

Without thinking or asking any questions, I did as I was asked. In the meantime, Loverman explained to me that this dude had been hanging around the house all afternoon (after the sheriff and the eviction crew left) asking strange questions like, “when will you be done?” and “do you want me to take anything off your hands?”.

The guy was a scavenger. In most states, when and eviction is scheduled, a notice has to be posted in the paper. This guy, and his company, troll the papers to find these “events” and then scavenge the hell out of evictees’ stuff. It’s sad, but it happens all the time.

The dude started walking towards me very quickly when he saw what I was doing and pulled out his camera to take a picture of me, too. He yelled at me to stop filming him and threatened to knock my camera from my hands. Loverman stepped right in front of me, in his protective stance, and told Dude to step back.

I was still dressed in my work clothes and could have passed off as a real estate agent or some type of legal professional, so I used it to my advantage. I explained to Loverman why Dude was there. For reference, the three of us are standing in the middle of the neighborhood street.

Dude was fuming angry, and a good 4-5 inches taller than Loverman who is only 5’10”. He got all up in Loverman’s face and the two of them yelled back and forth while I stood behind Loverman trying to figure out what to do. I was waiting to be told before I called the cops, so there was nothing I could do at that moment. I was watching two black men in a standoff over territory. Even though Dude was 100% wrong I was just going to have to wait and see how things played out and hope for the best.

I thought that they were finally going to start hitting each other, but then Dude stepped back to call 911, on speakerphone. While he was explaining to the 911 operator what was going on, she told him to get into his vehicle to be in a safe place. While Dude was walking back to his truck, I heard her tell him that someone at Loverman’s address had already called for an assist and officers were on their way to respond to the previous call.

Dude sat in his truck for a few more minutes and then just drove away. The time was 6:45PM (remember this time for later). He didn’t come back again that night. (While Dude was still in his truck I told Loverman that he had just scared the shit out of me and, even though I understood how he felt and what he was doing, I still didn’t want him spending the night in jail for assault.)

After Dude left, Loverman and I walked off the street and Diva came over to say hello. She seemed totally out of it, just like Loverman had mentioned a few times recently. He told me that he thought Diva was acting strange — very lethargic, totally apathetic and in complete denial. While she was talking to me, she was all of that. It was totally like she didn’t give a shit about anything that was happening. Her friend and her friend’s family were doing all the work while Diva just stood there blankly.

Diva told me more about what Dude had been doing there and the things that he had told her. She just kept talking to me like she didn’t realize what was going on around her! She was in no rush to get done or to go anywhere. It was surreal.

After everyone had stopped and chatted for what seemed like forever (especially considering the situation!), at 7:30 Loverman and I started moving his cars. That part ended up being awesome fun!

At 8:30, when we were moving the last car, the police finally showed up! I don’t know when Loverman originally called for the assist, but using the time that Dude called the cops, it was still almost two freaking hours before law enforcement arrived. How disappointing!

I am glad no one was in actual danger.

Oh, and I forgot to tell you, this entire time it was raining on and off and we were all soaking wet (I was still in my work clothes. LOL!).

Once the vehicles were moved (a couple of them had to be pushed into their spots) we were both tired and ready for food and a warm bed. We went to McDonald’s for our “regular” and he called the hotel to make our reservation. Usually it isn’t so late when he calls and there is almost always a room available.

There were no rooms left for Tuesday night 😦 So we sat in our booth at McDonald’s for about another hour, cuddling and commiserating and decided to try again Wednesday night. One of the things that he told me when we were talking is that, earlier, he talked to the Sheriff who was doing the eviction. Loverman found out that the date on the Writ of Restitution HAD been altered from the 18th to the 28th and also, a Notice to Vacate had been posted at the house Monday morning at 10AM, stating the date and time the eviction would be performed. Exactly one hour before Diva sent Loverman a text explaining that he had to have his stuff moved by midnight Monday night.

After we finished making our tentative plans for the next day, I dropped him off at his friend’s house right before midnight and we both tried to get some sleep. We would have to be up extra early the next morning (Wednesday) to start the new day.

Hoping the next one would be better.

And it was.

Kind of…

Stay tuned for What Happened Wednesday.

Word of the Day: Futility

Word of the Day: Futility

noun: futility
fu·til·i·ty
ˈfyo͞oˈtilətē
definition: pointlessness or uselessness.
example: “the horror and futility of war”
synonyms: fruitlessness, pointlessness, uselessness, vanity, ineffectiveness, inefficacy
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Futility
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I heard this song on the radio this morning and as I was listening I could only think: “futility”.

It’s a song I hear from time to time on the radio, it’s not that old, I have it on my MP3 player in the rotation and when it comes on I don’t skip it. I always thought this song was about suicide, at least that’s what it meant to me, but as I was listening to it this morning it’s meaning changed for me a little. I began thinking that it’s a much better description of the way I feel when I am overwhelmed with something and I have completely give up, or have already given up. I scream for the “Coast Guard” for help, but they’re just not there: “Please help me, I’ve thrown myself in the ocean with this horrible, terrible, no good, very bad choice and now I am drowning in the consequences!”

But now, after watching the video, I am wondering: did I miss the mark completely and the song is about stagefright? Or zombies? Vampires? What’s with the gas masks? Jonah? … … ??? If you know, please enlighten!

Into the Ocean

Blue October

I’m just a normal boy
That sank when I fell overboard
My ship would leave the country
But I’d rather swim ashore

Without a life vest I’d be stuck again
Wish I was much more masculine
Maybe then I could learn to swim
Like ‘fourteen miles away’

Now floating up and down
I spin, colliding into sound
Like whales beneath me diving down
I’m sinking to the bottom of my
Everything that freaks me out
The lighthouse beam has just run out
I’m cold as cold as cold can be
Be

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m fallin’ in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down
Let the rain come down

Where is the coastguard
I keep looking each direction
For a spotlight, give me something
I need something for protection
Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine
The jetsam sunk, I’m left behind
I’m treading for my life believe me
(How can I keep up this breathing)

Not knowing how to think
I scream aloud, begin to sink
My legs and arms are broken down
With envy for the solid ground
I’m reaching for the life within me
How can one man stop his ending
I thought of just your face
Relaxed, and floated into space

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m fallin’ in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down
Let the rain come down

Now waking to the sun
I calculate what I had done
Like jumping from the bow, yeah
Just to prove that I knew how, yeah
It’s midnight’s late reminder of
The loss of her, the one I love
My will to quickly end it all
Sat front row in my need to fall

Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all

[Zayra]
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down
Let the rain come down

Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
(In to space)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
I thought of just your face

Rained Out

Rained Out

This weekend’s Devil Dash was rained out, to be postponed until the poor town of Lyons dries out 😦 I am disappointed, but it will be rescheduled or I can go next year (something to look forward to).

The state of Colorado is flooding! The saddest part of everything is the loss of people’s homes and belongings. Very few people have flood insurance in Colorado. Even the governor said this morning that a flood of this proportion only happens every 250 years or so and people aren’t prepared for that type of disaster here.

Last week the city of Boulder (Lyons is about 30 minutes north of Boulder) got as much moisture as they normally would in an entire year! Streets are washed out and thousands of people spent the weekend sandbagging. The rivers and creeks are supposed to crest tonight or tomorrow but there is even more rain coming this afternoon.

Tomorrow afternoon through Thursday there is supposed to be a break, but it might start again Friday. It’s crazy!

My Devil TattooMy girlfriend still came into town and we had a great time catching up! I was afraid that it would be odd and uncomfortable because we hadn’t seen each other in so long — and we have both changed. But, deep down, both of us are still the same and the weekend was wonderful!

Here’s my new tattoo — we didn’t do the Devil Dash, but we still got those! And I got my nose pierced, too — because there was a sale and I have always wanted to get it done.

I can’t wait until my Hello Kitty heals and looks all cute and clean! My girlfriend’s tattoo is much more devilish, but I didn’t take a picture of hers – you can see, in this post, an example of what she got.

So, even though there is very little to do in the state of Colorado when it’s raining, we still had a great time and (for the most part) stayed dry.

I really do hope that it stops raining tomorrow like it’s supposed to. We have tickets to the Earth Wind & Fire concert Wednesday night and I would really hate to miss that, too.

Keep your fingers crossed 🙂 and have a lovely Monday.