{"id":1326,"date":"2006-11-16T23:39:00","date_gmt":"2006-11-17T03:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/1326"},"modified":"2006-11-16T23:39:00","modified_gmt":"2006-11-17T03:39:00","slug":"wheres-my-ark-bitches","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/1326","title":{"rendered":"Where’s My Ark, Bitches?"},"content":{"rendered":"

There’s an old expression likes to use to describe the cumulative effect of unfortunate events; that when it rains, it pours. And indeed at this time, it is pouring, heaving, sluicing, deluging. <\/p>\n

Just after driving back to Oakville with a load of my belongings last Sunday, my mother’s car ceased to work. At first we thought it was the battery, but no, it was the alternator. She missed being able to visit dad, for the second time that weekend, and spent hours waiting at Canadian Tire to shell out $500 to get the damn thing fixed. <\/p>\n

Then Tuesday at work I discovered that my credit card was declined for a much-needed coffee purchase, because someone had perpetrated fraud to the tune of $3000 in my name. <\/p>\n

Then my tenant called to say that the Mr. Rooter repairman who, after three weeks of delays due to a backordered part, said he fixed her leaky faucet (and charged me $400 to do so) had not *really* fixed it, since it was now leaking again, and worse this time. <\/p>\n

Last night I responded to Justin’s ‘spreadsheet of love’ and we have now dissolved nearly all our financial ties to one another. I wish I could say it felt good or freeing, but I’d be lying.<\/p>\n

I’ve also found that apparently 28 is the age where I start getting white hairs: I am going grey.<\/p>\n

After asking my friend Steph if I could come to her birthday party next month to give her the gloves which I knit for her at her request, and being declined since Justin had already been included in the plans (obviously having both of us in the same place at the same time right now would be like mixing matter and anti-matter), I am now suffering some anxiety at the thought that people I was assured were mutual friends are actually more Justin’s friends. <\/p>\n

I know that this is an isolated incident, and I should just relax and have faith that people who have declared that they will not take sides mean what they say, but despite e-mails of support, nobody has come forward to ask me to stay over, or for a walk, or out to coffee or a movie. I worry that my sadness has given me a case of social leprosy: “Achtung! Breakups, depression and an inability to inspire commitment may be contagious! Keep your distance!”<\/p>\n

Again, my rational mind knows I should calm down about this, and that panic and\/or rash accusations will only make the situation worsen, but it’s hard to stay relaxed and trusting when the last time you were relaxed and trusting, you ended up holding an emotional grenade with the pin removed. Once obliterated by the false appearance of love, trust and true friendship, twice shy.<\/p>\n

Call for help!<\/b> I’m not sure when I will find more time to actually pack and sort, but come hell or high water it will have to be done by the 24th\/25th of this month, as that is when I have booked the cargo van and storage space. Anyone who might be able to help me lift my 7 disassembled bookshelves, futon frame and 10 Rubbermaid containers into a truck would be very welcome and rewarded with the usual temptations of food and alcohol. My projected move times are Friday, November 24th from noon until 5pm<\/b> (then I have to go eat turkey at the home of my friend ) and if there is anything left to be dealt with, I will still have the van on the morning of Saturday the 25th from 9am until noon.<\/b><\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There’s an old expression likes to use to describe the cumulative effect of unfortunate events; that when it rains, it pours. And indeed at this time, it is pouring, heaving, sluicing, deluging. Just after driving back to Oakville with a load of my belongings last Sunday, my mother’s car ceased to work. At first we […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1326","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-consciousness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1326"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1326"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1326\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1326"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1326"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1326"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}