Well, here we are, coming up on Christmas so fast it feels like a freight train on iced tracks. Maybe 70% of the shopping done, and I'll have to stop real soon because there is no more cash to be had til After Christmas, and hopefully the power will stay on (we've got to pay that soon). No tree up yet, but just par for us, always behind. Went to a party last night, and my guy left in the middle of it to go to his work party. I didn't even know he'd gone til I went looking for him and a friend told me he'd left. I had to call him to make sure, since he didn't even say bye. Sure enough, he was at work, missed his kids opening their present, but they're getting older now, so I'm sure he didn't mind. I had to call him though to come pick us up, we were tired and wanting to go home. He was almost done (as I heard lots of laughing in he background), he'd be coming shortly.
Now he wants to know what I want for Christmas. I think I need to write him a letter and explain it, consideration, kindness, appreciation, and maybe a foot massage if his hands aren't too sore--because they usually are I'm told. So much so, I've stopped asking, it just makes me feel bad when the rejection comes along. Toodles for now.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
My guy
Just a little story to let you know about my guy, and where he is coming from. Honest to goodness this is true.
The other day about 6 o'clock in the evening, a young prisoner that was being taken from a courthouse to a juvenile detention center escaped in our neighborhood. There were police, and dogs and helicopters--the whole works. They looked everywhere and couldn't track him down. On the news it said he was being held for rape, he was 16 years old. At 11pm, according to the news, he still had not been apprehended. I drove down to my moms house, about 1/2 mile from us and made sure she was aware, locked her doors, stayed safe. When I got up to go to work in the morning, I mentioned to my guy how I wasn't sure that I felt o.k. going outside to the van at 2:30 in the morning when the escapee was still on the loose. We have a couple barns nearby, vegetable gardens, plenty of places to hide in the wee hours. He had been sleeping, so of course I woke him up hoping he'd go with me to the car. After I asked him if the kid had been caught, and he told me no, and I told him I didn't like going outside because he could be out there....etc. He had the most eye-opening comment to make. "Turn the big light on." How touching, how telling, how heartfelt. I walked to the van with my finger on the speed dial of my cell phone wondering if he attacked me, would the call have time to go through, and if not, would my big strong protective man even know (or care) that I didn't make it until he got up in the morning. Take it as you will. I have a choice, I can see it as, wow he has so much faith in my ability to take care of myself, or he knows I am so self sufficient that I don't need anyone to protect me or help me, or---and this is probably closest to the truth, he's tired, he doesn't want to put himself out, and if something happened to me, well, he'd get the insurance money, buy a Harley and have the time of his life.
How Sweet, I feel like such a treasure.
The other day about 6 o'clock in the evening, a young prisoner that was being taken from a courthouse to a juvenile detention center escaped in our neighborhood. There were police, and dogs and helicopters--the whole works. They looked everywhere and couldn't track him down. On the news it said he was being held for rape, he was 16 years old. At 11pm, according to the news, he still had not been apprehended. I drove down to my moms house, about 1/2 mile from us and made sure she was aware, locked her doors, stayed safe. When I got up to go to work in the morning, I mentioned to my guy how I wasn't sure that I felt o.k. going outside to the van at 2:30 in the morning when the escapee was still on the loose. We have a couple barns nearby, vegetable gardens, plenty of places to hide in the wee hours. He had been sleeping, so of course I woke him up hoping he'd go with me to the car. After I asked him if the kid had been caught, and he told me no, and I told him I didn't like going outside because he could be out there....etc. He had the most eye-opening comment to make. "Turn the big light on." How touching, how telling, how heartfelt. I walked to the van with my finger on the speed dial of my cell phone wondering if he attacked me, would the call have time to go through, and if not, would my big strong protective man even know (or care) that I didn't make it until he got up in the morning. Take it as you will. I have a choice, I can see it as, wow he has so much faith in my ability to take care of myself, or he knows I am so self sufficient that I don't need anyone to protect me or help me, or---and this is probably closest to the truth, he's tired, he doesn't want to put himself out, and if something happened to me, well, he'd get the insurance money, buy a Harley and have the time of his life.
How Sweet, I feel like such a treasure.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Lets try
Well, here goes. This blogging stuff is all new, but the Venting Whine has been buzzing under the surface for a while now.
So, I'll start. It is hot, hot and muggy and I don't like hot and muggy weather. I like cool crisp fall days with leaves turning all the golds and burgundys before they drop from their branchs. I like clear blue skies with big white clouds that make we want to wander among them, a gentle breeze to push us along and cool the heat from the sun. That is what is coming, fall, leaves, halloween, thanksgiving, all the cool stuff. I will wait, because if I say I can't, then I allow no meaning to the time that is now.
Hmmm, not great, but a drop of me.
Dandilion Daisy.
So, I'll start. It is hot, hot and muggy and I don't like hot and muggy weather. I like cool crisp fall days with leaves turning all the golds and burgundys before they drop from their branchs. I like clear blue skies with big white clouds that make we want to wander among them, a gentle breeze to push us along and cool the heat from the sun. That is what is coming, fall, leaves, halloween, thanksgiving, all the cool stuff. I will wait, because if I say I can't, then I allow no meaning to the time that is now.
Hmmm, not great, but a drop of me.
Dandilion Daisy.
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