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prev home archive next Announcement Good God! There's a Mission down there! Look! Momentary Thought I think, but I'm not sure, that Terri draws all the images for her *FootNotes* entries herself. Dang. I wish I had that kind of talent. It makes her site so her's. High/Low High: On Sunday night I measured my jogging route by driving it in the truck and setting the trip. Two miles exactly. For an asthmatic like me, that might as well be the Boston Marathon. So, yeah, I'm proud of myself. Low: Having to be at work, when I'd really much rather be spending my time reconnecting with Calvin. Current Obsession Getting myself back into the mind set of paying attention to the little things - the details of taking care of my family that I've let slip over the past month or so. Making little treats. Cooking meals that are thought-out, not just cobbled together. Being cheery, and patient, and a good listener. It is possible to take care of me, and take care of my family, at the same time. Grin Source I folded Calvin's love letter into one of those funky origami triangle shapes I used to turn all my high school study hall notes into. I'm grinning because I remembered *how*. Heh. Singing Is it getting better, or do you feel the same? Does it make it easier on you now, you've got someone to blame... U2 - "One" Storyteller Bio Dramatis Personnae Who I Read Recipes |
Calvin and I were watching the news on Sunday. 3-TV was reporting that a family from Glendale was missing. A wife, a husband, and the wife's mother had left their home on Saturday morning to take a day trip to Globe and the Salt River Canyon. They wanted to take in some scenery. They were planning on returning home that same evening. When they didn't return Saturday night, their concerned daughter reported them missing. A massive search ensued, by helicopter and by ground. The news reported over and over, through Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, their situation. Their pictures, pictures of their vehicle, their intended destination. Interviews with their worried family and friends. Concerns that the wife's elderly mother did not have her much needed medication with her. I remember my heart sinking as I watched the reports. As time goes by, hope diminishes for finding the missing alive and well. I put myself in the family's position - wondering, refusing to give up hope, but at the same time accepting the reality that something dreadful has happened. Then, last night, a report of some wonderful news. The family had been found, by 3-TV's own traffic helicopter duo. They were alive and as well as could be expected for being without food and water for three plus days. Their truck was stuck in the mud, lost on a forest track miles away from anywhere. They survived by eating mints and drinking the water they found in puddles nearby. I watched the footage of their rescue this morning as I got ready for work. Our well-known helicopter guys landed near the stranded truck, and raced to check on the family. Hugs, tears, and "Thank God you found us!" And then, more footage of their reunion with their worried family and friends. More than a hundred people turned out at their house at 11:00 at night to welcome them home. I cried as I watched it all. A happy ending, for once. I'm so tired of seeing tragedy and heartbreak on the news. ******************** Today I wrote Calvin a love letter. I used to do this all the time, especially when we weren't living together and didn't see each other as much as we wanted. Sometimes little notes, sometimes dispatches of epic proportions. All ooey-gooey, lovey dovey, and sickening to anyone outside of the relationship who happened to read it. We still feel that passionately about one another; but for one reason or another, life tends to get in the way of the expression of those feelings. So I reminded myself of that old habit, and sat down and wrote him a love letter. Since I usually find myself in front of a computer, I tend to create my correspondence as a Word document, and print it out all neat and tidy. But I felt like that was too impersonal, like I'm dictating a letter off to my lawyer or something. So I took out an actual piece of paper, and an actual pen, and actually wrote with my own right hand. Drew little hearts and stars and swoopy letters, too. And folded it up origami style into a study-hall type note. If we can meet for lunch, I'll give it to him then. If not, it'll keep until we get home. Right after I was done with the letter, Calvin called me at work. We had a really good conversation about where our life stands right now - how stressful everything has been, how little time we seem to have for ourselves, how the boredom we feel about our life in no way means we feel boredom toward each other. We had hopes and plans for excitement and adventure in our lives, which have kind of been put on the back burner due to family and financial obligations. So. An acknowledgement of our dissatisfaction with the way things are with our life, but an affirmation of how much better life is now that we are together. Life isn't always the adventure theme park we'd like it to be, but as long our relationship is well grounded and fulfilling, everything else can be endured. It is, and we are. ******************** And since I have some space... news on the journal front! Miss Shelley has taken to updating on a more regular basis. Calloo, callay! Not only did Jette not disappear, she got a haircut! Terry's in lurve, seems to me! And, she's got a new topic up for The If Project. Sherry will end up over-developing my ego, she keeps gushing about my Elegant Chicken recipe. And finally, a great big happy-belated-birthday to our ladydisdain, Melissa!! |
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Your Mission, should you choose to accept it...
Gasp! A Mission! How long has it been? Well, never mind that. Your mission is to write your significant other a love letter. Hand written, even! None of that cold, impersonal computerized 12-point font. Draw little hearts and stars and flowers. Get back into your highschool study hall mind set, when all you wanted to do was sit and daydream about your boy/girlfriend. |