Ghosts of Girlfriends Past

Onto the meaning of the blog title in a moment, but first off, two interviews within an hour of each other in the morning.  These were with actual companies, after I aced the intial interviews with the recruitment agencies on Tuesday.  I think both of them went well, but because I put 200% of myself into each interview, by the end of the morning, I was absolutely exhausted already, in a way that I rarely feel, at least that early in the day.

I went to the Art Gallery, to kinda sorta cheer myself up.  I didn't actually go into the gallery itself, as there is an exhibit coming in a couple of weeks that I want to take Mistress to, but the shop I perused.  I have left a heckuva lot of art books with my parents over There, and I was kinda missing the sense of culture.  Before I found Adele on youtube for Mistress the other night, I was thinking of my trip to Paris a while ago, Musee Rodin and Musee d'Orsay, and just wishing I could take Mistress there, or that she had been there with me on my last trip.  Yes, she is as much into art as I am.  It is how we bumped into each other online, actually.  And I did get her a guidebook to Monet's waterlilies when I was in Paris.
 

So anyways, I got one of those overview books, because there were plenty of artist specific books, but I just wanted an overview one.  And they didn't have the 1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die book, more is the pity.  Ah well, Amazon or Book Depository perhaps.  And then found a print.

Most of the prints on display were of the local gallery, but there was one of a painting based in Oslo.  And the first ghost of girlfriend past came to mind.  My first girlfriend, in British Columbia, was an artiste, before I really found my own artistic streak, and the print she had up on her wall was Munch's Vampyr.  And that was the print that I found here.  Very dark piece, but I couldn't look away, and it was on sale - $7 - and I just HAD to get it.  I adore the darkness in art, much more than I do the airy fairy lightness.

Got it home, showed Mistress, and she said 'like!' which is what she does when she, ahem, likes stuff.  I did tell her it was dark, but even then she still likes it.  And she said it is a very appropriate piece for me.  And she was less than impressed with the art book, but there were a few pieces in it that were worth the price of admission - Caravaggio, especially.

Pottered around for the afternoon until the children came home.  And then my tiredness hit me again.  I did make a lovely roast lamb dinner, but by the time I was serving up, I had hit The Wall again.  Mistress, who was going through her own stuff, cleaning and trying to explain plot development to one of the children for his homework, saw me almost losing it and told me to sit down with a Coke while she finished dinner.  The roast lamb was perfect though, as well as the carrots and potatoes.  Sir said I had obviously missed my calling.  Master Chef, here I come hahaha.

And then, just as I was getting my energy back with coffee after dinner, an email came through from Ghost of Girlfriend Past number two.  The one that Mistress has ordered me not to talk to again.  She asked me to hand her the phone even before I had read the email, but then relented, let me read the email, and THEN asked for the phone.  I thought she was just going to delete the email, but she actually drafted up a 'never talk to me again' message.  If it had been any other day, I would have made a smart remark and that would be the end of it - in my head - but it had been an emotional day, and I burst into tears.

Sir hugged me, on Mistress' advice.  And I said to him, I would have preferred a smack around the ears - that damned pain slut side of me - but he said, kids would hear that type of stuff, even being down the other end of the house, supposedly asleep.  So yes, Mistress let me mull over how to rewrite her message, but then I must have gotten too maudlin for her, and she hit send.  And I dissolved into a puddle.  Not one of the good puddles either.

And then she went through and deleted all emails from my exes and whomever she thought was a negative influence on me - person who I helped with wedding photos who thought my photography wasn't up to scratch, GONE lol.  I said to her later, I hadn't really seen her take charge of things in that way before, with things to do with me.  It was kinda surreal, but awesome at the same time.

I slipped up and said the P for Property word, referring to myself, in one of the comments to her.  Quickly realised what I had done and tried to substitute submissive in there instead.  She was doing the quizzical eyebrows thing at me by this stage.  And we will leave it at that for the moment lol.

And I was into maudlin music for the rest of the night.  Well, until Sir told me to stop playing music to top myself with.  He has quite the way with words.  And I was in bed by ten.

Mistress said she had been speaking with Sir yesterday, and he was amazed with how I am blossoming.  He dropped me off at interviewland yesterday, we were running late, quelle surprise, and I was joking and poking fun at him and all.  Of course, my nervousness was in the direction of the job searching, but still, he said to Mistress later, where is that bundle of neuroticness that I was when I was on holiday, and when I first got here.

I am thriving.  But I was very tired yesterday.  And for the first time in two weeks or so, I don't have anything urgent to do today, or likely tomorrow.  Quality time with Mistress, hopefully.