#9
Mini Bytes
~What I thought would be a story about us is turning out to be a mini biography. A lot of things came a' pouring once the bolts on the floodgates loosened. That's so typical of self. Give her a millimeter and she wants ten thousand miles.
~I'm coming down with something. This afternoon as I lay on my bed with a stuffed nose and blanket pulled up the way to my chin, an idea popped into my head. I said to self, "Make a journal. A life journal. Start from scratch then put everything in it." I'm going to soak the newspaper tonight for the papier-mâchéd cover.
~This writing-for-a-few-hours-daily thing is unnecessarily frustrating. When I want to write, I write OKAY! Two nights ago I was up almost the entire night writing. Look, I write when the writing is good. Don't make me feel just because I don't religiously write from the hours of seven and nine every morning I'm not good enough. Screw you!
~When we were courting I noticed hubby took a lot of sweet drinks. Sometimes he drank as much as two bottles per day. When I complained he said everyone is entitled to their own little vice. After all he doesn't drink, smoke, gamble, fornicate or blaspheme God. Be that as it may, I told him, diabetes runs in your family, you have to be extra careful. He told me it was difficult to quit. I told him change takes time...This was when he promised he would stop after we got married. I wasn't happy he had to postpone it till after marriage so I promptly filed it away as one of those things men promise women they'll do/not do after marrying them.
After we got married I noticed he gradually stopped taking them. I woke up one morning and realized he quit! When I offered him, he refused! I was so proud of my baby. When I told my mum about it - I'd complained to her several times before - she said he must really love me to actually kick a since-childhood habit. I beamed then.
Yet there I was thinking he was making empty promises, that everything I said was entering one ear and coming out the next. Sometimes we women ought to give credit where due.
I love that man!
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You fill up my senses
Like a light in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again
- John Denver, You Fill up my Senses.
08/07/2007
