Tids
Tid - Tender; soft; nice; — now only used in tidbit.
ST used that in the one Scrabble game he won. Tid is not in my dictionary at home, so if I had challenged him I would have won.
I got a 98 on my first biology test. I was pretty happy, because I had really no idea what to expect and only studied by going over review sheets and notes.
Celeste, ST’s cat, is young and inquisitive; it’s entertaining just to watch her interact with the world. She jumped in the guinea pig cage last night – no malice, just interest.
Busch loves our morning walks, especially if other dogs are out. This morning a pug was walking on the other side of the road, about 100 feet in front of us, and it was killing him. SO. CLOSE. MUST. SNIFF. BUTT. Lucky for me, the pug and owner turned around and crossed to our side. I say lucky for me because I really did not want to explain to ST his dog died of an aneurysm due to lack of strange dog butt.
We also saw an adolescent blue heron. The most striking thing was the bright, yellow eyes.
ST and I have been on the phone a lot this week. We miss each other. For him, I’m sure the ache is more prominent over the fact he’s been in a strange, shitty, hotel room.
But for me, it’s more of the dull throb I feel every week brought on by the physical distance between us. It was actually a small (very small) relief to come home and flop here today then packing up bags #3 and 4 to stay overnight before my usual Friday volunteering.
There are plans to change all this. That soon coming home to flop and coming to see him will be one and the same.
Some people have wondered, and TG is still around. We’re going to the John Hiatt concert next week. He’s been busy with work and family. He will soon be leaving Florida and I’ll miss him.
My Wednesdays really do a number on me. I’m not sure what can change or if I’ll just suffer through. There’s only five more weeks. But I was sorely tempted to blow of school this morning.
I’m going to go call my mom now and see when it might be convienent for me and ST to visit. I can’t wait to show him the cabin.
Bliss. I’m so happy for you. It’s so nice to come out on the other side and love again…or you could say, really love for the first time. At least, that’s how I feel now. I won’t say I didn’t love my ex-husband, but this time…I know the weight of really loving someone and it’s so much…more…than what I’ve done before.