Headed out to get gas in the car, not much feeling like it. A couple of kids walking through between the apartment buildings, boy asks me for "one of those." Long icicles drip from the eaves of our second floor overhang. I pick the longest one, and carefully hand it down to him, broken end first. His older sister, I assume, mocks him gently as he swings his temporary lance. "Just don't kill anyone with it."
I find decent wheatgrass for Moby. He's on the bed, staring out the sunlit window. I stand behind him, blow on the grass toward him. His ears prink, he turns toward me, then his eyes catch the treat, then his whole body surges toward the greenery. A perfect triple-take.
It's been very slow at work, which worries me. I've been sent home, and asked to leave early, twice this week. This transition jerks along, with no way to know how it will resolve. D coaxes away my anxiety, we'll be fine, we'll be fine.
I had to listen to conversation in the lounge, a nurse who just bought a 5,000 sq ft house, and all their woes about redecorating it. I can't even see her reality from here. Rather like the one in Boston who has only "white Lennox" ornaments on the christmas tree the children only see on christmas. "They have trees in their own rooms."
Yeah, we'll be fine.
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From the sparkles in eyes and smiles in the photo, I'd guess that you are fine. Right now.
I'd rather work hard than look for work when things are slow. Being asked/told to clock out just sux and is anxiety-producing.
You are.
:-)
Good.
xoxo
Yeah, I hear you. I had a friend once whine about how she wanted the Saab 900 instead of the other expensive car her husband bought, while I was driving an old piece of crap and struggling to get by. I'm amazed at the hours people will spend driving around to find just the right sconce to go with the renovations to the house. It puts things into perspective when you realize what a waste that all is. What's important? You have each other and your kitty and lots of personal resources and talents. You'll do just fine.
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It would be pretty hard to decorate a house that size though.
(You are both looking well.)
Yes, you will be fine. You have each other. Like you, I have difficulty in imagining the reality of those who are well off. I just imagine that they are in debt up to their eyeballs and I feel better.
I go numb when the talk turns to Christmas tree themes.
I see what makes you smile.
I love double portraits. This one is sweet. Thanks so much for posting it.
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good post...cozy
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