I'm so neglectful of this blog. If there were an ASPCA for blog threads, they would nail me to the wall for neglect on this one.
Aaaand as always, the problem is I always have to rack my brain to think of anything remotely interesting to post. Ahem. If I really posted the high points of my average day, my average blog post would read, "I posted many posts on Polyamory.com today. Woohoo!" Very little else fills my time unless you count eating and sleeping. I do sleep an awful lot ... and the scale at the doc's office always testifies that I could do a whole lot less eating ...
But hey I did lose 2½ pounds between my last two visits.
I've had a number of enjoyable visits with my older brother, his wife, and/or his wife's sister who's staying with them "temporarily." She's alright. She sure gets me into a lot of mischief though. Almost half as much as she gets herself in.
I think it was during my last visit there that I finally watched Parts II and III of the Hobbit movies. They were reasonably good (boosted by the material Tolkien gave them to work with). If only they would have put that much overkill into the Lord of the Rings movies. It's terribly sad that Lord of the Rings wasn't a six-movie series. Tolkien wanted the books to be a six-book series. But the publishers won that battle.
Peter Jackson's one crucial weakness (and he has many strengths) in handling Tolkien's work is that he has too much high-octane moviemaker in him and not enough of the slow-paced mystery and suspense element that Tolkien's books have. And I have a few nits to pick -- the biggest nit being Jackson's version of Shelob. Oh, hell! Sure Jackson's Shelob was reasonably scary but he could have done so much better. When Tolkien said Shelob had one large eye, he didn't mean that some mean old orc threw a rock at Shelob's other eye and took it out. Now we're feeling sorry for Shelob. Gah! Peter! Tolkien meant that Shelob's genetic eye design was like that of a cyclops: one giant black orb perfectly centered, surrounded by a chaos of small black eyes. Now
*that* would have inspired a healthy horror in me ... something
*that* horrifically alien ...
Anywayz -- an awful lot of superfluous stuff was added to the Hobbit movies -- obviously -- but, it was still decent, and I did like the way they wrapped things up in the third movie.
Like me, my brother has left the (Mormon) church, and like me has many frustrations about the church, and all the nonsense the Brethren do, because, as I said to my brother, you never completely leave the church. After investing decades of your heart and soul into trying to aid the church, you can't help but be frustrated when you see how the church throws it all away. So, a good bit of my visits with my brother have involved long rants and philosophical talks with each other about the church.
Meanwhile, I am continuing to get settled in here in our "new" house in Yelm. I worried a lot that not having my own attached bath would drive me over the cliff of complete insanity, but I have coped with that inconvenience amazingly well so far.
Behind the back wall of my bedroom is our claustrophobic sliver of a kitchen, all shelving leaving enough walking room for only one person at a time. We have a lot of living room area, so the plan is to move (and enlarge) the kitchen into where a bunch of the living room is now ... then seal off the old kitchen space, carve a new doorway between that space and my bedroom, and turn it into my very own attached bath. I have learned that I can survive without my own bathroom, but when I get that luxury back, I can assure you there will be much rejoicing.
There's a good chance I'll even have my own shower. [Hoping ... hoping ... hoping ...]
Wow, my life hasn't sounded this exciting in a long time. Good thing I neglected my blog, it allowed me to save up.