Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Finding Forty, Day 116: Airplanes

Holding pattern here.

Picture an airplane, full of anxious, annoyed travelers having to either sit on the tarmac for hours or circle past their landing a time or two.

While it's not altogether horrible and the flight attendant has provided a more than ample supply of pretzels, it's still mildly unsatisfying.

I want to land or take off, or be in transit, as the case may be.

I'm tired of the holding pattern.

A and I joke constantly about "single life".   We ate out tonight for dinner, just the two of us, and I made a joke about the joint being full of single people.  "Oh, make a note of this place for when we're single." I laughed.

He laughed back.

It's so weird. 

I grabbed his hands tonight, to demonstrate something a student had done to me today and immediately he said, "Grab my hands again!".

It made me feel weird and I jokingly replied, "If I do, am I sure to get laid?"

Yeah, I'm that coarse.

No one taught me not to be.

As a matter of fact, no one taught me HOW to be at all.

Last night, I began a series of letters and lessons to my boys.  They are based on all of the crucial things I wish I'd known or at least heard of before falling off my own, private, personal deep end.

As usual, folks, it's status quo here.

I don't know if A's business is viable for another month, much less another week.  It makes apartment hunting very hard.

And even if I did know where our money was, I'd still be scared.

Until next time,

I always loved flying...

1 comment:

  1. "Grab my hands again," sounds like pretty good, direct communication from A.

    Scared and impatient sound like appropriate emotions to be feeling right about now. I think once the business is all finished, and you know where you are financially, it'll be a big relief.