Non-Creativity (Caution: Drama Queens Ahead)

Well, this is about as creative I've been for a few weeks. I've had beaucoup de ideas, and I pull out the makings, but then I either forget what the idea was, or lose interest. I think it's low-grade depression, brought on by too much drama swirling around. Which will not go away. These copper-wrapped-with-beads earrings only took a couple of hours, but I only worked on them a few minutes at a time. No focus.

May sucked, and June started out looking better, but now it's going downhill like May did.

You know, all I want to do is live a calm, peaceful life, with some fun thrown in. But there are two Drama Queens who are making it very difficult.

One is one of the contractors who was hired to work on the house. Because of Mr. Drama Queen Contractor, both contractors have LEFT the picture. My landlady is dealing with it, but in the meantime my daughters and I have to live with the results of the drama. (We can sympathize with Mr. Drama Queen Contractor's difficult life history, but we refuse to accept it as an excuse for leaving a job undone. Grow up and get over it.)

See? We STILL have no place to bathe. Thank you, Mr. Drama Queen.

This is our clawfoot tub, UNconnected to any plumbing. That's a towel in the bottom hole, stuffed in by me. It's plugging up the non-attached drain hole in the floor, and keeps liquidy things from burbling up onto the bathroom floor. Which Mr. Drama Queen never sealed with grout sealer. The tub needs to be refinished. I don't care, I want a working tub!

I won't go into all the other stuff that's hanging in limbo around this place. It's just too, too boring.



Here's why I can't dye any fabric the way I like to. This is SOME of the stuff left over from having a new roof put on. SOME. You can't see the other piles. So, no backyard. I can't even weed-whack the weeds, because they're tangled around and in the detritus. And there are a few pointy things that would probably cause tetanus if any of us ran into them.

This was left by the other, non-dramatic-but-codependent contractor, who WAS finishing his end of things, but who got sucked into Mr. Drama Queen Contractor's cesspool.

My landlady is, as I said, "handling" these guys. She's also looking for replacement people who DON'T have high-maintenance significant others that show up at our house to scream and cause scenes, DON'T have $1500 monster-truck payments, and DON'T have alcoholic parents. Those things are NOT our business. Those things don't belong here.

People, I only want our house to be liveable again! Is that too much to ask?

I'd also like to go to work and do my job in peace, but there happens to be an older, unhappy bee-otch of a Drama Queen who is trying her best to keep things unpeaceful. See, a number of our group was "promoted," but she wasn't one of them. For some reason, I was chosen, by her, to be the spokesperson of this group of people, so I'm the one who catches her vitriol. She reminds me of the mean kids in school, who I tried to avoid, but couldn't always. So I dealt with them, and they'd leave me alone. However, if I were to try to deal with her in the same way, I'd end up in jail. Sigh.

I can't ignore Ms. Drama Queen, because she won't allow it. She's loud and aggressive and angry, and sneaky about it all. Oooh, the things she says! Naughty, naughty! Fortunately, only one person (a chameleon-person) takes her very seriously, so I don't have to deal with a lot of sympathy later. It's just really hard to concentrate on my job with that energy pulsating in my direction. (Actually, I think she's just jealous because I'm more creative, smarter, and better-looking than she is, and I have good kids. Of course!)

This drama is just so draining. Exhausting. I wish it would hurry up and pass. I just keep remembering that life is full of rivers of sh_t that need to be waded through in order to climb out on the other side.

This is just a little of the drama going on. I've spared you the rest of it. Otherwise, I'D become a Drama Queen, too, and I really would rather not be one.

I know how, of course (boy, do I know how!), but it's not fun, and I'd rather have fun. So I'll follow my own advice: Shut up, deal with it, move on. And keep trying to get some creativity going.