End of my week long snit.
I think I’m pulling out of whatever attitude I’ve been copping for the last week. Someday I’ll get it through my head that it’s OK to simply be confrontational about something, and get it talked out.
Like with the dishes. Do I tell the professor I’m getting pissed off? Noooooo, I just wash the dishes and fume. If he is crazy enough to walk up and apologize while I’m doing them, do I stop and make him pick up where I left off? Nooooo, I just make some smart-ass remark like “that’s OK, I got them dirty cooking, so I ought to be the one to clean them.” And then I get even more angry when he thinks I’m trying to be funny and laughs.
This relationship is not the same as my old marriage. My roof doesn’t leak, I don’t have rooms so full of crap that I not only can’t vacuum, I don’t know where the vacuum is. There are no piles of bills, papers, magazines all over the place. The television isn’t on every night as a replacement for conversation and an excuse not to do chores. I’ve got somebody who actually talks to me. So I’d better learn to take advantage of that and talk back to him, goddammit.
The Professor’s attempt at normalizing his schedule has pretty much been a failure. He managed to spend about three days on the same schedule as I was on, and then just kept on going to bed later and later. He’s now going to bed just as I wake up in the morning to go to work. This really doesn’t bother me – at least the cats have somebody to keep them amused while I’m sleeping so there isn’t any pat-pat-pat on my face at 3:00 in the morning.
My radio is playing Richard Thompson’s duet with his son Teddy, “Persuasion”. I love that song.