March 12, 2013: Are we there yet?
I feel like I am waiting for a cosmic shoe to drop.
Nothing has gotten me lately. No songs on the radio, no white F150’s, no moments with the dogs, phone calls, voice mails, emails, or text messages. It’s been pretty smooth sailing through it all cleanly the last month.
It’s weird, and freaky, and scary, and makes me a bit giddy. All at the same time.
It doesn’t mean I miss him any less, doesn’t make being alone any better either.
Only took me a year and change to accept it and deal.
Now I wonder about readjusting to living with him. I’ve been allowed to do things on my own schedule, going to be hard to break habits like not cleaning til Sunday night, letting the laundry pile up on the washer unfolded for-fucking-ever, and not washing dishes til the next day…maybe two. And all the other naughties I might have unconsciously developed over the last year, I am sure they will be pointed out to me.
Ah well, I can take complaints about clutter bug infestations as long as I get to be little spoon.
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December 3, 2012: My other half.
Operation GeoBach is 61.11111% complete.
Today’s blinkiness brought to you by Pinterest. No really. That place just sucks you in like watching crappy television. It started with an image of two hands pressed together palm to palm. Each with a half circle on the index finger so that it formed a complete circle when the couple’s hands were pressed together.
Cue Etta at that very moment. Some days you cannot win.
Sailor has been working 12+ hour shifts, I left him a message to call me because I missed hearing from him. Saturday had one of the best hours of my whole week.
He will be coming home on the date of our first date 8 years ago, just a few days after Christmas.
24 days.
My j(our)ney 