Virgo Sun Pisces Moon

This isn’t going to be a very interesting post. I need to vent.

The pool at my parents’ house keeps turning green.

It’s been an ongoing battle with the pool service people. They come and fix it and it lasts about a day. Then it rains, and rain, and rains and it goes green again.

Surely, there’s something else here that is wrong…

They said something about regular brushing, brush away the algae… do I look like someone that’s about to go outside and brush the algae off the tiles on the pool floor?!

I know… I should… I really, really should… but I’m waiting for a day, when the weather permits, and… I have the energy… the motivation… I don’t know…

Also, we keep getting ducks, pigeons, seagulls, that like to use our pool as their personal lake. I’m not sure if it’s a bad thing? We have bird friends… it’s just that the pool is going GREEN.

So… I don’t know.

There was a time, I thought, that it would be cool to turn the pool into a pond… but I think city council might be concerned… I don’t know!

SIGH…

I would prefer to have a home without a pool. I really don’t care to have pools. Especially after all these years of taking care of my parents’ house’s pool.

I think apartment living is good because then it’s not my problem.

But if you have a house with a pool, and you’re maintaining it, it’s all good…

It’s kind of a waste of money, though. It’s a lot of maintenance fees.

Unless you do swim… I think I remember you did?

Night swimming…?

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Australian masculinity — the man knows how to take care of the pool.

HAHAHAHAHHAAHAH…

Not that I would expect you to…

It’s so boring. It’s balancing pH levels, and carrying bags and bags of salt and/or chlorine.

And brushing off algae…

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Anyway, tomorrow I’m going to my brother and sister-in-law’s house. They don’t have a pool. They have dogs. I have fur nephews.

Oh my goodness, I forgot to buy them Christmas presents…

I got presents for the humans.

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I’m not going to be writing as much as today.

I am writing and publishing in real time.

Before, I thought I was going to try scheduling, but it didn’t feel cohesive…

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You just get to see, when I have a day, to write and write and write…

And I am doing other stuff in between. Like laundry, and dishes, and preparing my meals and eating them.

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I do have written diaries. I do have a locked cabinet.

If we live together…?

We need a disclaimer.

Sure, I trust you, you can peruse my writing on paper… but it is just that. It’s just more thoughts. Don’t take anything personally… I’m just… pouring out my subconscious.

I would expect that you’d appreciate the same from me.

Perhaps there are some creative works you’ve produced that you’re now cringing at the thought of…?

No judgements here. I won’t judge creativity.

It doesn’t matter because we know what’s real, now.

There’s definitely things I’ve wrote in the past that now I’m like, oh yeah that was a weird, silly thought…

So… yeah. Just a disclaimer.

Even all these words on here… it’s kind of a Truth… but not the whole Truth.

And you know you have to read between the lines to get closer to the Truth.

But also — we’ll talk face to face one day.

We can clarify some facts, if you need them clarified then and there.

We’ll have our safe words… if stuff gets too real, too intense…

That’s the best way to navigate this exploration, in my opinion.

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Have you been chasing me this whole time?

And I’ve been Ms Oblivious?

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Or, more recently… these past couple of years?

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What was the reason?

What else happened?

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I have more to tell you, in person… I can’t write about everything on here.

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There was a moment, when my mother apologized to me, about you. But she didn’t realise it was about you. It was a general apology. Anyway, see, it will make more sense to explain the entirety in person surrounding the context of this particular… moment.

But just know. My own mother, she has, once, said, “Sorry.”