Wham Wham and Wham
I had another excellent weekend.
My first full week of not working was quite fabulous. I do not really do much at all, but that is exactly what I have been waiting for. Since July 1st I have gone to the beach 8 times. I think that is a good track record. I hope to keep up the pace. As a result of my newly acquired beach habit I am now a nice shade of brown. I hope to get browner. I hope to be as dark as (in the crazy temp at my work Juliane's description of me in the winter) a "dirty puertoroq". I am halfway there. Just wait until August.
This weekend was excellent for one main reason though. I can give you three guesses but you only need one: the boy. He came to Braintree Friday and we watched "Harold and Maude" which was quite excellent (I had never seen it before). On Saturday and today we were in Marshfield which as always was a good time.
It's weird I never thought I could be this content or happy. It still continually amazes me. For so much of my life I have lived in my head and imagined how I wished everything could be. With Dan I don't do that because everything that he is and does is exactly what I would have wished for. Tonight when we were driving home and I was looking out the window having the wind blow my hair I felt just like that last scene in Amelie in which she is riding on the little motor scooter with Nino and she rests her chin on his shoulder. I always wanted to feel how that looked: content and happy and finally, finally I feel like that.
You know upon second thought, I don't even think I can compare it to Amelie because it is better than any movie or book or anything else. It is just the best.
But, the drunken people in my backyard are screaming and I need to go quiet them.
My first full week of not working was quite fabulous. I do not really do much at all, but that is exactly what I have been waiting for. Since July 1st I have gone to the beach 8 times. I think that is a good track record. I hope to keep up the pace. As a result of my newly acquired beach habit I am now a nice shade of brown. I hope to get browner. I hope to be as dark as (in the crazy temp at my work Juliane's description of me in the winter) a "dirty puertoroq". I am halfway there. Just wait until August.
This weekend was excellent for one main reason though. I can give you three guesses but you only need one: the boy. He came to Braintree Friday and we watched "Harold and Maude" which was quite excellent (I had never seen it before). On Saturday and today we were in Marshfield which as always was a good time.
It's weird I never thought I could be this content or happy. It still continually amazes me. For so much of my life I have lived in my head and imagined how I wished everything could be. With Dan I don't do that because everything that he is and does is exactly what I would have wished for. Tonight when we were driving home and I was looking out the window having the wind blow my hair I felt just like that last scene in Amelie in which she is riding on the little motor scooter with Nino and she rests her chin on his shoulder. I always wanted to feel how that looked: content and happy and finally, finally I feel like that.
You know upon second thought, I don't even think I can compare it to Amelie because it is better than any movie or book or anything else. It is just the best.
But, the drunken people in my backyard are screaming and I need to go quiet them.