I talked to Loony six times today on the phone, a new world record. He’s been gone for five days and I miss him.
Husband out of town
No one to talk to
The good news is that he is almost done cleaning out his childhood home and will be on the road soon. It’s funny, that thing about absence and the heart.
Time alone at last
No one to break the silence
When will you be home?
He left on Monday and at first I reveled in the silence. I’ve been kicking ass at home improvement projects and loving how they aren’t getting immediately undone by some gigantic garage sale purchase.
I’m bracing myself for Loony’s return. I just know he’s going to come home with his car stuffed to the gills with childhood artifacts.
I am rarely ever truly alone; someone could pop in at any moment unannounced. I’ve structured my life so people know they don’t have to call.
Are you home right now?
I am in the neighborhood …
Have a glass of wine
Loony is usually coming up the walk when I call to ask when he’s coming home. I am usually all hostile and WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? and he smugly opens the door with me still on the phone.
Now I’m sitting in my sunroom with the heater on, a luxury. The sun does me good, even if its this weird, snow filtered sun.
Filtered sun through snow
The sunroom in the winter
Blue light void of heat
I’ve exhausted all the projects I can do without him and suddenly I miss him so much. Scratchy, usually the chatterbox, was especially quiet today.
I took it personally, my bad. Now it’s weird. Maybe I can get Itchy to play cards with me.
When is dinner mom?
Sullenly waiting on me
Shades of my future
It’s snowing really hard, that spring snow that is wet and heavy.
I’ll be suiting up every hour to shovel, my back can’t handle a big pile-up. It takes a solid 45 minutes to shovel the walks, the two stairways and the two decks.
Heavy springtime snow
Is it ever coming down
Shovel every hour
I’m not sure what got into me the other day except I was at Safeway rather than King Soopers and they have really good ice cream cakes. I impulse bought a whole ice cream cake. It’s nobody’s birthday.
Perhaps desperate times call for desperate measures.
By the way, this is a great fucking article.