Wilbury
Got about 2/3 of the house taken care of. Finally got most of the furniture assembled. I'll take pics later to show you all the updates. The home company laid out the lawn in the front and the back so our home doesn't look like its sitting in the middle of Arabia anymore.
Met my best friend Sal and her fiancee Ryan at their home for a housewarming/birthday for Ryan. They have a beautiful lake behind their home, Ryan's entire family came over, and Isabella went on a boat ride with Ryan's dad. I think I got a couple of shades darker from being in the sun for too long.
Still job hunting; I won't give up until something better comes along.
I wrote a positive short story on Digikitten. Been a while since I did one of those.... it's below if you want to read it.
Miss all of you and hope everyone is doing good *hugs and kisses*
" Selective Memory
Droves of people pass by on the sidewalk outside. Early morning in downtown Chicago fails to cheer him up. Usually, he's a happy chap whenever he drops by his favourite breakfast bar and sets himself up with his laptop, buttered cinnamon toast with a smear of jelly and a hot cup of vanilla nut cafe.
But today, actually for the past couple of weeks, he's been withdrawn. Not even consulting his best friend could bring him out of his rut. He stops typing, caught in another spurt of depression, and focuses his attention on the evaporation rising from his cup. He didn't stir the cream he poured in earlier, rather letting motion take care of the blending. Swirls, clouds overpowering the darkness of the java, curly formation, curls, her hair.....
One month ago.
He quits out of his email. Hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he sent off the final email to whom he thought was his long lost soul mate. Over the course of the past five months, she became mute. Not responding to his letters, not returning his phone calls. The only sign that showed that she was alive was that her voicemail was checked every day, or else he would not have been able to leave calls of concern. Which went unanswered anyway.
Finally, on the fourth month, she wrote him. She had decided to move on, didn't want to waste her energy on him. Maybe it wasn't real what they had, maybe the love was mistaken for something else, probably chalk it up to selective memory. Said she probably wasn't what he wanted and to leave it at that.
And that was it.
He wrote her one final email. Told her that she may not have felt what he did, but he knew love like the tingle on the back of your neck when you get scared, the sweat in your palm when you get nervous, the pain in your heart when you know its over. He'd never forget her, but maybe its time that he should. But his heart would always be her, regardless if she wanted it or not.
A honk from the traffic outside reeled him back from his reflection. He glanced around, made sure that no one was ogling him during his drift. He looked up....
and saw a petite blonde, hair flowing from under a french hat, curls dancing in the city wind, and all that he could hear was the beat of his own heart.
The next moment she was gone. The crowd of people walking past each other to make it to their own destinations, the sun peaking through the grey overcast that dominated most of the morning. After a bit of time passed, when the rush of the crowd no longer captivated him, he turned back to his laptop, looked at the screen and noticed an email.
PJ wrote, on 8.20.05: ' Fate always finds a way. Maybe the heart too?'
His heart started to race a bit, his eyes aglow, and he glanced up- - -
and saw her, on the other side of the cafe. Her iBook propped up, her blonde curls sneaking out of her french hat, and a wry smile on her face as she met his gaze.
He smiled, closed his laptop, and made his way over to her....."
Met my best friend Sal and her fiancee Ryan at their home for a housewarming/birthday for Ryan. They have a beautiful lake behind their home, Ryan's entire family came over, and Isabella went on a boat ride with Ryan's dad. I think I got a couple of shades darker from being in the sun for too long.
Still job hunting; I won't give up until something better comes along.
I wrote a positive short story on Digikitten. Been a while since I did one of those.... it's below if you want to read it.
Miss all of you and hope everyone is doing good *hugs and kisses*
" Selective Memory
Droves of people pass by on the sidewalk outside. Early morning in downtown Chicago fails to cheer him up. Usually, he's a happy chap whenever he drops by his favourite breakfast bar and sets himself up with his laptop, buttered cinnamon toast with a smear of jelly and a hot cup of vanilla nut cafe.
But today, actually for the past couple of weeks, he's been withdrawn. Not even consulting his best friend could bring him out of his rut. He stops typing, caught in another spurt of depression, and focuses his attention on the evaporation rising from his cup. He didn't stir the cream he poured in earlier, rather letting motion take care of the blending. Swirls, clouds overpowering the darkness of the java, curly formation, curls, her hair.....
One month ago.
He quits out of his email. Hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he sent off the final email to whom he thought was his long lost soul mate. Over the course of the past five months, she became mute. Not responding to his letters, not returning his phone calls. The only sign that showed that she was alive was that her voicemail was checked every day, or else he would not have been able to leave calls of concern. Which went unanswered anyway.
Finally, on the fourth month, she wrote him. She had decided to move on, didn't want to waste her energy on him. Maybe it wasn't real what they had, maybe the love was mistaken for something else, probably chalk it up to selective memory. Said she probably wasn't what he wanted and to leave it at that.
And that was it.
He wrote her one final email. Told her that she may not have felt what he did, but he knew love like the tingle on the back of your neck when you get scared, the sweat in your palm when you get nervous, the pain in your heart when you know its over. He'd never forget her, but maybe its time that he should. But his heart would always be her, regardless if she wanted it or not.
A honk from the traffic outside reeled him back from his reflection. He glanced around, made sure that no one was ogling him during his drift. He looked up....
and saw a petite blonde, hair flowing from under a french hat, curls dancing in the city wind, and all that he could hear was the beat of his own heart.
The next moment she was gone. The crowd of people walking past each other to make it to their own destinations, the sun peaking through the grey overcast that dominated most of the morning. After a bit of time passed, when the rush of the crowd no longer captivated him, he turned back to his laptop, looked at the screen and noticed an email.
PJ wrote, on 8.20.05: ' Fate always finds a way. Maybe the heart too?'
His heart started to race a bit, his eyes aglow, and he glanced up- - -
and saw her, on the other side of the cafe. Her iBook propped up, her blonde curls sneaking out of her french hat, and a wry smile on her face as she met his gaze.
He smiled, closed his laptop, and made his way over to her....."