Tessa,
Do they give out Oscars for videos that are only 43 seconds long? They will this year. My back still hurts from this, which shouldn't surprise you, since I haven't stopped whining about it since I finished skidding. I'm definitely getting older. I don't have the whole "wisdom" thing that's supposed to come with that, but I do have the aches and pains bit.
Hung out with Peter last night. He's still fighting the reality of his newly-acquired singleness, and its tough to watch him feel so beat up. He wants so badly to take care of someone who doesn't want the help, and that's a biting feeling. Everyone goes through it; its a right of passage. But you still want to wrap the people you love in bubble wrap some days.
Other days, you want to move all your earthly possessions into a new home. Maybe "want" is not what I meant. Maybe "have to because your landlord hasn't paid his mortgage since Reagan was in office" was what I meant to say. Sure, we're bracing for a new opportunity: somewhere out there is an empty house that's going to be our first home. But it sort of feels like we're always bracing for something, and I am growing weary of setting up camp again, only to find out train tracks have been laid straight through the middle of the tent.
An upside is inevitable, for Peter and for new home buyers, but there is work to be done in reaching it. Thanks for sticking it out with me. Ahead lies an era of quietude, when we'll sit on a porch swing and ask ourselves whether we put the hostas in the right place. I'm looking forward to that.
I Heart You.
