FOLLOWING THE POWERPOINT PRESENTATION ARE PICTURES OF MY DAY TO DAY LIFE. WHY ARE YOU YAWNING?

Hi!

Oh wow. It’s been a while. (Ha, oh god, you know a blog will be great when every post starts with “sorry I haven’t updated in sooo long.”)

I think the below picture sums what I have been up to perfectly?

I stopped writing for nine months. Altogether I have maybe five personal journal entries. I would force myself to sit and write and write a page and get bored. I have people to talk to about the trivialities I would normally write about. But then today I was attempting to entertain the five-year-old that I nanny (more on her later) and I was I was making up a story about the Tooth Fairy and the Anger Monster and the traitorous Everywhere Fairy and she was completely entranced, (“what happen next Micah? What happens next?”) and I realized that I really, really miss story telling and writing.

It’s just that my recent stories and have been so…uh, how to say? run of the mill?

Maybe that’s okay? Maybe this is kind of interesting anyway? I will preface that it’s definitely not travel writing.

Things that happened, in no particular order:

• I’m in the middle of what I call ‘The Great Poly Experiment’. I’m kind of dating a bunch of people. Kind-of-not-really. Maybe ‘date’ is too strong a word. Everyone I’m seeing  is either insanely busy or doesn’t even live here or both. And I really like all of them, but I don’t talk to most of them more than one every few weeks. Does that even count as dating?  I’m  closer to some people than others, that’s normal, right? I trusted one of them enough to actually meet my parents, (who do not know anything about The Great Poly Experiment). He is a really special person who I like a lot and lives far away.  Here, look, this is what he looks like while playing scrabble :

I know, right? He’s kind of great.

• I paid rent for seven months. It was originally for only two months, but I just kept staying. Do you know what kind  of house I would do that for?

I don’t have good pictures or permissions of the people, otherwise they would be up too. Suffice to say everything was magical. Really grown-up in a way that wasn’t creepy, as in, people at this house have their shit together and priorities I agree with. Not to say that hasn’t been the case at other houses, but it felt much more cohesive as a unit. I could trust them to say “no” when they didn’t want to do something, and they didn’t take it personally when I said it. I think I learned more from my roommates than I could state here, but watching and interacting with them is a big reason I can do poly-amory-whatever successfully as well as working towards continued aspiration to better communicate with people I care about.

• I nannied for cash. A two-year-old and a five-year-old. I had never been mistaken for a mother before this. I got to hear continuous commentary from strangers on how little boys act “just like little boys” or something. I almost snapped at a saleswoman Saturday when she told Xoco (the two-year-old boy) that the flower jewelry set was for little girls.  He’s two. He shouldn’t have to deal with your weird underlying concepts of gender. Stopitalready.

Also they are goddamn cute. I mean, here! Look! God, they aren’t even related to me but I would say they are probably cuter than most other babies.

• I hung out with my family (see the post two posts earlier).

• I worked at the education-residential-camp job-thing that I’ve worked at for the last three years. They put me up a position so I was kind of in charge of things I didn’t want to be in charge of. At least they like me enough to put me in charge?

• I managed to hurt myself multiple times in such occurrences as The Great Broken Vagina Biking Incident, (took me out for two weeks, so of course the first time I can bike I get into) The Great Wheel in the Streetcar Tracks Incident (hurray! My yearly ER visit!) and The Great Streptococcyl Rash Incident (“Are you sure you’re immunized for Rubella?”)

Pictures from the first and third Incidents:

This happened in the middle of a half mile stretch of nothing but busy road while biking in Olympia. People were whizzing by in cars and probably thought I had a miscarriage, but were unable to pull over. Even the police stopped by to say hello. It was a bonding experience for everyone involved.

A rash subtle enough that people didn’t notice at first, but once they did they usually kept their distance. I went to a wedding like this. Even after six drinks I did not make any new friends.

• I bought an RV, moved all my stuff into it and got my driver’s license.

I don’t have any good pictures of it yet. Imagine all the aesthetics of 1978 compressed in 26 feet. Brown and orange plaid with brown and orange carpet.

I’m leaving next week to travel south, as I usually do this time of year. I will be driving the Boudoirgouise (bood-wa-zee, a bedroom with class) and anyone else I can find to go with me.

I have no idea what is next. Adventure?

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