The Rockhouse works the same as anywhere else in some ways in that there's the public view and also that which happens behind the scenes. The latter aspect holds a great degree of tension just now but that's not because of a huge change to my own prospects. I'm a great deal more open about the 'rest of the story' than most people but that doesn't change the general principle that some things are not public and should not be.
Yevette and Mystery Lady were yakking up a storm and I didn't think much of it since Yevette likes to park in her recline sometimes for that purpose. I didn't know she was talking to Mystery Lady and she looked like she was doing just fine so anything beyond that is eavesdropping and no-one plays that here.
I went off to do my merry business doing whatever I was doing and it wasn't until quite a bit later when Yevette came to tell me, um, you will never guess who is on the phone.
Note: none of this is an intro to that which they discussed since we don't play that either.
Alex: Yevette has her own chair and no-one else is allowed to sit in it?
Well, ol' Dad, it's more like no-one else wants to sit in it because it's so difficult getting up and down from it. Getting out of that chair usually requires support from NASA to achieve.
Alex: it's not too bad to have your own chair!
Take it easy, old guy, as my purpose isn't to bust you. That little chair was the only place in the house you bought which you could call your own. I've got no case on you.
It's always a relief to hear from Mystery Lady because, well, time passes and not always with things we particularly like but today brought a call which we like tremendously. Obviously Yevette liked it since it was quite a while before I even heard about it.
No, of course that isn't complaining but rather it makes me smile to see it happen.
Coming down here to Fort Worth is riddled with some of the deepest personal matters life offers and there won't be any detail on such things; the only purpose for commenting is to make it clear that's known and is understood for the depth of such things. Nevertheless, the Rockhouse really is the closest thing to a Sanctuary you're likely to find and, wtf, fire ants aren't that bad. Unlike Republicans, they won't bother you unless you bother them.
Lotho: you just had to get that shot in there, didn't you!
It would disappoint if I did not. Ha!
Yevette: this is another reminder Mystery Lady will call later in the week for the update. As always, the main deal with any of this is no-one is alone with anything.
Yevette and Mystery Lady were yakking up a storm and I didn't think much of it since Yevette likes to park in her recline sometimes for that purpose. I didn't know she was talking to Mystery Lady and she looked like she was doing just fine so anything beyond that is eavesdropping and no-one plays that here.
I went off to do my merry business doing whatever I was doing and it wasn't until quite a bit later when Yevette came to tell me, um, you will never guess who is on the phone.
Note: none of this is an intro to that which they discussed since we don't play that either.
Alex: Yevette has her own chair and no-one else is allowed to sit in it?
Well, ol' Dad, it's more like no-one else wants to sit in it because it's so difficult getting up and down from it. Getting out of that chair usually requires support from NASA to achieve.
Alex: it's not too bad to have your own chair!
Take it easy, old guy, as my purpose isn't to bust you. That little chair was the only place in the house you bought which you could call your own. I've got no case on you.
It's always a relief to hear from Mystery Lady because, well, time passes and not always with things we particularly like but today brought a call which we like tremendously. Obviously Yevette liked it since it was quite a while before I even heard about it.
No, of course that isn't complaining but rather it makes me smile to see it happen.
Coming down here to Fort Worth is riddled with some of the deepest personal matters life offers and there won't be any detail on such things; the only purpose for commenting is to make it clear that's known and is understood for the depth of such things. Nevertheless, the Rockhouse really is the closest thing to a Sanctuary you're likely to find and, wtf, fire ants aren't that bad. Unlike Republicans, they won't bother you unless you bother them.
Lotho: you just had to get that shot in there, didn't you!
It would disappoint if I did not. Ha!
Yevette: this is another reminder Mystery Lady will call later in the week for the update. As always, the main deal with any of this is no-one is alone with anything.
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