A Storm is a Brewin

It's one of those stinking hot evenings where I'm starting to smell myself and I'm not too pleased about it. Catherine's in bed, my husband is out teaching a class, and I'm supposed to be completing some work on a book I'm writing. It's not what I'd call a real book, but one that is geared toward teaching English. I love my job, but sometimes I wish I worked in a factory where I didn't have to think for more than two minutes ahead of time. All day long I thought it was Wednesday. It's pretty cool because now I know that I only have to get through one more day until the weekend. This weekend is shaping up to be pretty dull with the highlight of it being a BBQ on Sunday. I'm sort of kind of a member of this organization here in Taipei. It's called DAP (Descendants of African People). Being a black American woman, I qualify. It's funny, there are a lot of us out here, but we're spread out a bit. It's sort of rare seeing another black face during the day. I still sometimes find it hard to believe that I married a white man. I'm not racist, I just never thought I would. It's just one of those things where you never know who you will end up with. G. my loving/toxic/darling husband is my best friend and at times my tormenter. Actually, we torment one another. The dirty socks, the coffee cups with the latte foam, and all of the other little fingers that push buttons are a fine art with the two of us. I tried this experiment a few weeks ago and it seems to work. I was reading this book called Mindful Loving. It said that you should think positive thoughts about a person and whenever a negative thought comes into mind, you snap yourself out of it and blah, blah, blah. IT WORKED! No fights, no pettiness. It was pure bliss, but damn was it boring. I missed being a total cow and throwing his dirty socks in his office. I mean, who wants to be friggin Mrs. Brady. Not this chick. I do it about 50/50 now.
Tomorrow I'm going to wake up early and meditate. There's a typhoon blowing through. It's a small one, but it's kicking up a bit of wind and tossing around my much-in-need-of-water plant. I might get a day off. We had a typhoon day last week. It was all right, but I was going a bit stir crazy after a few hours.
I'd better get to my work. It's either that or another game of solitaire.