Frozen Nowhere

Life lessons of the moment

So… I intended to get to the podcast last night, only to find that the internet in my suite wasn’t working. It would bounce up and down, disconnecting me over and over. The biggest issue is that the main router for the residence was located upstairs, in the suite above me (yes, it is part of our rental agreement that the internet is part of rent, so no issues there) – and unfortunately for me the residents upstairs are not sure how to deal with the router.

So… that necessitated my landlords coming over and moving the main router to the common area (the laundry room) so…

 If you read the last blog entry, you’ll see that I have put a lot of pressure on myself to be something that I wasn’t ready to be. Quite frankly, that pressure had further reaching consequences other than relationships. The fact that this was pressing on my consciousness, that I wasn’t feeling comfortable confronting the situation, that I was spending so much time NOT talking about the “purple elephant in the room” (to borrow a turn of phrase from Serin, from his seemingly DEAD podcast “Sentinal World” — and yes, that is a not-so-subtle reminder that you haven’t posted anything since July!!) that I had bound myself to not say ANYTHING at all about ANYTHING.
 
So…  here I am… back again, and once more willing to write and be HONEST

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This is where I put the disclaimer: If you will be hurt dealing with my HONEST to goodness TRUE feelings, see the disclaimer. If you know me in real life, and will feel that this should be fodder for a lengthy conversation, please either stop reading now and find something more interesting to do, or read at your own risk.

 
Thank you, you may proceed

Well… I have been a bad blogger and a bad podcaster lately. I have intended to write, and intended to record the podcast… and yet I haven’t done it. 

And why not?

Well… there have been a number of issues:

1.  the last time I went to record a podcast my landlords, who at that time lived in the suite above me, had decided to refinish the floors, which meant scraping and pounding on the floor above my living room and bedroom ALL night every night. 
2. That lasted about a week, then I had the kids, which meant less time at night to do it (but I could have if I could have stayed awake long enough to do so)

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