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You know what’s odd – a friend basically told me to quit my simpering since I found a GREAT love and that should be sufficient enough to get through the next part – the undulating separation: 24 days till she returns, then 29 days till I go there, then 31 days till she comes home – he’s right, what do I have to complain about? I have met the love of my life and in…
What a day – dropping the love of my life off at the airport for her to be gone five whole months was liking asking me to eat rat poison before chewing glass and sticking pins in my eyes. Then work was like a hammer repeatedly hitting me on top of the head. A friend called in tears, aching about her love situation. Later, Jake was in core meltdown screaming crying mode. I finally pulled…
Six months ago WordPress quit recognizing my paragraph returns, and so I had to put in three returns to get one paragraph. Now WordPress is not recognizing any paragraph returns. It’s annoying as hell. When I go online to try to see about it – there is just a confusion of chat room questions and lame answers.
I got all choked up and had to walk out. I tried to sit down to eat lunch but ended up half perched on a stool – no appetite. B, J, R, J and T all called to see how I am doing. Not well, I respond. All that plays in my mind is this Seamus Heaney poem.
From Swirl to whirl – that’s how the weekend flew by and now I’m at my desk and T is on a plane to New York and then Istanbul, and I’m in some sort of daze after two months of bliss and so begins the count down to when she returns. Before I was back in the house, I had heard from four friends who wanted to know if I’m available now.
A storm is due in tonight, right about the time Ivette arrives from Puerto Rico. The next few days are jammed with things to do, people to see, and time to prepare for T’s departure on Monday morning. All of it seems to have already gone by in a blur. Ivette will be here for a little over a week so there is more time to savor her visit. But the rest seems caught up…
A friend sent me one of those horrid emails with little known facts but this one stood out: It is impossible to lick your elbow.
Had lunch today with a friend I hold very dear, who has been through enormous struggles of late – and I came away from this lunch feeling raw. When her going got rough, I kept trying to avert her attention to what is good without acknowledging the HUGE elephant in the room crushing her chest. I put on my typical pollyanna face and she behaved in her typical stoic manner. Since we both have jobs…