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,
K
I always loved flying...
"Grab my hands again," sounds like pretty good, direct communication from A.
ReplyDeleteScared 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.