My heart rate is in the damn stratosphere.
Apr. 1st, 2026 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gremdarkToday I woke up at 6:45, gobbled a yogurt cup while I was getting dressed, and rushed off to teach elementary PE across town. By the end of the first period, I'd sweat through my dress shirt. I was glad I wore something breathable. The kids were fun, but I did strain my voice a little making myself heard across the basketball court. Used my ICE whistle for the first time getting them to line up. Now I know how to project with it, which is nice. My roommate brought a handful of them back from a local org meeting a couple months ago. They're tiny 3D printed things, but they make a loud noise and we all have one now.
ICE has a presence in my city, but they aren't often sighted in the neighborhood where I live right now. We're in the shadow of the local med school. Still, we live at a fairly busy four-way intersection, so we keep watch and look out for folks. Lately I've had to film cops from my stoop a couple of times. The local lads are real dicks.
After work, I was busy for another hour calling, texting, and emailing our current and future landlords. Both of them are personable, friendly sorts, but handling household finances is always stressful. My fiance's mother is tentatively interested in moving into our current house once we vacate it, so I made virtual introductions and talked her up. I also chatted on the phone with our future landlord, an aging gay widower who has lived on the same street downtown for decades.
Future landlord is buddies with my fiance's mother, which is how we found out about the property. It's a few doors down from his house, and on the tour he was telling us the names of every person who lives within a block of the place. The immediate next door neighbors, according to him, are "wonderful dykes." I DO like the man. He's an absolute champion complainer.
With the property stuff sorted, I sat down for lunch with the cat and got to work grey rocking my way into getting the storeroom key from my fiance's mom's abusive ex-wife. She's absolutely miserable to communicate with, even over text. She's less hostile towards me than she is towards her former family, so I took one for the team. Ex-wife has been refusing to let my fiance's mom get her things out of the shared storage room they pay for. It has been more than six months of back and forth. Finally ex-wife agreed that I can pick up the key today at 5:00 on the dot. I must return it on Friday, before 5:00. There are stipulations. I don't mind telling you that by the end of the exchange I was physically shaking with rage/frustration/familial protectiveness/remembrance of times people have treated me this way. I'm glad I was able to do this so my fiance didn't have to try, but what a fucking nightmare.
At any rate, fiance's mom, fiance, his brother's girlfriend, and I are going to descend on the storeroom tonight and get all her things. We assume this is the last chance.
How's everyone else? I hope your day is less stressful than mine.
ICE has a presence in my city, but they aren't often sighted in the neighborhood where I live right now. We're in the shadow of the local med school. Still, we live at a fairly busy four-way intersection, so we keep watch and look out for folks. Lately I've had to film cops from my stoop a couple of times. The local lads are real dicks.
After work, I was busy for another hour calling, texting, and emailing our current and future landlords. Both of them are personable, friendly sorts, but handling household finances is always stressful. My fiance's mother is tentatively interested in moving into our current house once we vacate it, so I made virtual introductions and talked her up. I also chatted on the phone with our future landlord, an aging gay widower who has lived on the same street downtown for decades.
Future landlord is buddies with my fiance's mother, which is how we found out about the property. It's a few doors down from his house, and on the tour he was telling us the names of every person who lives within a block of the place. The immediate next door neighbors, according to him, are "wonderful dykes." I DO like the man. He's an absolute champion complainer.
With the property stuff sorted, I sat down for lunch with the cat and got to work grey rocking my way into getting the storeroom key from my fiance's mom's abusive ex-wife. She's absolutely miserable to communicate with, even over text. She's less hostile towards me than she is towards her former family, so I took one for the team. Ex-wife has been refusing to let my fiance's mom get her things out of the shared storage room they pay for. It has been more than six months of back and forth. Finally ex-wife agreed that I can pick up the key today at 5:00 on the dot. I must return it on Friday, before 5:00. There are stipulations. I don't mind telling you that by the end of the exchange I was physically shaking with rage/frustration/familial protectiveness/remembrance of times people have treated me this way. I'm glad I was able to do this so my fiance didn't have to try, but what a fucking nightmare.
At any rate, fiance's mom, fiance, his brother's girlfriend, and I are going to descend on the storeroom tonight and get all her things. We assume this is the last chance.
How's everyone else? I hope your day is less stressful than mine.
