my mood ring is blue
Pat came and got our TV and VCR, Mom's old white chair, the fishbowl that Nicholas died in a few days ago (goddess rest his soul...he's with Betty and George now), the rest of our cleaning supplies, our dishes and the 2.5 rolls of paper towels we had left over. I love my Cary Grant.
The apartment is empty. Almost. No TV...nothing to do until leaving time but take a nap. So. The internet hasn't been unplugged...of COURSE! We're gonna leave here tonight around 9ish. From here straight through to Tucson. Tucson straight through to Las Cruces. And from Las Cruces to meadowgirl's in Austin! Who knows how long we'll be there. But I'm way totally excited to see that ass bow.
I had one important goodbye before we left....the kind that has to happen or else you just can't go, you know? The holy-cwap-whats-wrong-with-my-stomach/heart-its-up-in-my-throat-and-I-could-easily-drop-dead-of-this-weird-heartache-feeling type of goodbye. And my hands shook. And I cried all the way home. And people in cars next to me were looking at me with that concerned look that people give me when I show up at the cemetery by myself. And I have in my head, all of this gratitude and millions of words that should come pouring out, and just can't...because if they did, so would lots of tears and snot and sobs and whimpers and sad. So. They're stuck in there for right now. They've been stuck in there for a while. At least she already knows. This makes me happy.
The end. For now.
Gratitude: greensprite2 for everything he's done for me these past few weeks. :)
The apartment is empty. Almost. No TV...nothing to do until leaving time but take a nap. So. The internet hasn't been unplugged...of COURSE! We're gonna leave here tonight around 9ish. From here straight through to Tucson. Tucson straight through to Las Cruces. And from Las Cruces to meadowgirl's in Austin! Who knows how long we'll be there. But I'm way totally excited to see that ass bow.
I had one important goodbye before we left....the kind that has to happen or else you just can't go, you know? The holy-cwap-whats-wrong-with-my-stomach/heart-its-up-in-my-throat-and-I-could-easily-drop-dead-of-this-weird-heartache-feeling type of goodbye. And my hands shook. And I cried all the way home. And people in cars next to me were looking at me with that concerned look that people give me when I show up at the cemetery by myself. And I have in my head, all of this gratitude and millions of words that should come pouring out, and just can't...because if they did, so would lots of tears and snot and sobs and whimpers and sad. So. They're stuck in there for right now. They've been stuck in there for a while. At least she already knows. This makes me happy.
The end. For now.
Gratitude: greensprite2 for everything he's done for me these past few weeks. :)