Another Day
Is it just me, or are days just not ending anymore?
So I went to the viewing of the Chum's mom this morning, which was not sad, so much, because she was, first of all, 87, and about to decline sharply, but this way, she had a really good night and died unexpectedly the next morning. And the Chum, I think, hasn't quite gotten it yet, if that means anything. For now, she's been very consumed by the details of organizing things, and will be for the next few weeks, but at some point, the stoic falls away, y' know?
I did see E there, whom I don't see anywhere nearly enough, but we both know nothing has changed between us. I said to her husband, if I hadn't seen her for ten years, and I ran into her on the street, I would know that I could immediately tell her the deepest part of my heart in the first second, and she nodded, because that's the way we have always been. More on that in a minute.
In other news, the SCM remains and I have got to put on my big girl panties and deal and not get pissed off all the time because He.Is.Not.Worth.It.
The Hubs is home from his travels, finally, a long trip. It's been a long week, what with one thing or another.
R went to work today, still has the pain, but she is her father's child, after all, so it's to be expected.
Okay, back to the other thing. You know, I have often felt isolated in my life, someone with few friends. It's true that I rarely socialize in any kind of traditional way. But I have come to realize, and I was thinking about this earlier today, that I really do have several wonderful 3D friends. My sister, of course, and OldFriend, and E and Chum and the Colleague. It's true that I no longer have any of these people close to me at work where I can talk to them during the day; I used to have lunch and a break every day with E and the Chum, and worked ten feet from the Colleague. Now I have the Other Chai, who is a very longtime close acquaintance, if that means anything; there are few very important things I would tell her, as I would all those others. But having those others in my life is really a special gift, even if I don't seem them all often. (I haven't seen OldFriend in person for maybe five years, but we talk on the phone often.) Anyway, I was thinking, so I wrote it. Which reminds me how lucky I am to have you guys, too.
Aww.
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READING: The Professor and the Madman by ??
