god, i’ve been so tempted to write about things, but haven’t had the time. let’s make this a twittery account of things. i need to put this down, in tiny purges…
1. on my way to lunch with ex-co-workers. one of them, a good friend and scorpio, was abruptly fired/laid off the other day. the people in power are unitarian universalists without hearts. my friend had just purchased a house, and her new husband had fallen ill shortly after starting his new job. he got “let go” shortly after they moved into the new house. and now this. not sure how my friend is going to hold up….oh, and they don’t pay unemployment. my friend has worked 25 years as a registrar, and then went to work there for two years, and now…(crickets/despair)
2. went to meet boyfriend’s mom in his hometown this weekend. also met and spent time with my boyfriend’s ex-wife’s mom, his other mom. all was groovy, and rather in line with my unorthodox definition(s) of family…. while on happy road trip, my ex-boyfriend’s/daughter’s father’s second wife calls to inquire about me and new boyfriend’s plans to procreate. (is NOTHING sacred???) short of telling her to shove it (“i wanna have another baby, truth be told…” – white tees, my son, 2007), i decline her offer to save some of her babies’ items no longer in use. we joke briefly about having more children; i am vaguely uncomfortable, perplexed at her and my daughter’s father shameless and consistently blatant nosiness. think to self, maybe i’m too passive in a passive aggressive way. i let things build, and then i snap. because at the moment, i have not at all really corrected this behavior.
3. my incarcerated brother may or may not know i moved a man into my house. i was slightly amused and aloof when asked who i was speaking to while on the prison call the other night. oh–just remembered: i was talking to mom on the phone last night and she asked how long boyfriend would be visiting.
i said something like: he not visiting! he moved in!
and she goes: OH!
i: i thought i told you?
her: naw tiff! you ain’t told me nothing!
me: oh. well, yeah. he’s here now.
her: ohhhK then… ohhhk….
now, i think i told my dad, and he too sounded surprised, but respectful of my decision. that’s the thing about my parents. they talk a gang of shit about everything under the sun, but frequently revert right back into that head-in-the-sand mentality with tasked with confronting a current situation dead on. that’s how my teenage years went. we only discuss pros and cons in retrospect. after decisions have been made and beds have been made to lie in…
hmph.
4. my good, good friend also put me on notice that i’m crazy as shit. that damned men with mammaries thing haunts me. but i’ve received the chance to really explore my insanity, ignorance, arrogance, values, and discomfort as it relates to all of that, thanks to tb. NO thanks, however, to boyfriend or cuz who only shook their heads without specifying why the whole thing was so nuts. but more on that later….
5. and i guess i should note, I HAVE A MAN IN MY HOUSE AND I LOVE IT!!!!!! (true story.) first time in ten years, and no regrets. so far, so good. not sure how much of that i will share here, as is usually the case, but still, in line with the brevity of this post, gotta keep it real… THAT’S WHAT’S UP.
Nonfiction Woman 
