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She blinded him with whiteness - 2008-07-25
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9:22 a.m. - 2008-01-03
Good morning, love bugs. It's a sparkling delightful 6 degrees this a.m. A lovely brisk day for going out, eh? The temp is supposed to climb back up into the 40's by Saturday, but unfortunately they don't have school meetings on the weekends so yours truly is hitching the huskies to the sled and heading out in a little while. You can imagine how nutty I was over sending my guys out into the frozen wastes, so hot breakfasts all around and I was uber-momming it with the jackets, hats and gloves all lined up in front of the heater in the foyer. Wolf accepts this kind of thing with his usual equanimity but Mick is still bowled over by the titivating. Sitting at table with a loaded plate of eggs and sausage, toast, and a vat of oatmeal in front of him Mick shook his head. Taking a big swig of cocoa mit schlag he made a growl of contentment and told me again he's the luckiest guy on the planet. I thanked him prettily and ordered him to eat his oatmeal before it turned into raisin-studded cement. It goes both ways. Knowing I was going out later, Mick fired up Jet for me and cracked her loose from her icy berth in the driveway. No worries about dead batteries and such. Nice. Maybe it's goofy to keep going on about what to most people is simple regular behavior. Making a breakfast. Warming the car. BFD. But it's exactly this kind of niceness that was missing from my life. I did the same kind of stuff for Mike, but I did it because I was forever scrabbling for a little peace. Maybe, maybe if I really knocked myself out he'd leave me alone for a bit. I wouldn't get zinged with an insult. Bitched at for not doing enough. Plus there was always the possibility (slim as winning lotto) that he might even say, "Thanks." I went silent after Christmas in part because in anticipation of doing a year end wrap-up entry I went archive diving. Took a trip back to see what I was doing this time last year and the year before that. The woman I found back there bears little semblance to the woman typing this now. That woman was an emotional POW. A jangled train wreck. It hurt to read those words and remember that self. Took some time for the pain to recede and get my feet under me again. Didn't feel necessary to wail it all out here, I knew I'd come back and would be okay. And so it is. I am okay. Horribly behind in my correspondence though. John, Mick wants to discuss UFOs with you in the worst way. He's delighted to find a kindred spirit. Okay if he writes directly to you? GBW, we need to discuss marketing strategies. I have a couple ideas I think you'll like. Steph, we'll be on your side of the river this weekend and if you're around I'd like to see if I can speak with the thing in the cellar. Deb, can you swing a visit in early Feb? I know you'll be in GB later this month and we can't have you running away from home too, too often. Katherine, Happy Birthday! Batten, springtime trip south for cherry blossoms in the works. Must discuss scheduling long overdue hugs. Mary and Joe, you too. Wow, it's all the way up to 7 degrees now. Must go dig out my bikini.
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