Holy cow, is tomorrow Friday already?
Indeed it is.
Being out here reminds me of that scene in Unforgiven where Ned is complaining and Bill teases him for repeating himself:
“No last night I said I missed my wife, tonight I just miss my dadgummed bed.”
Being away is kinda like that, except it’s additive.
Day one: one misses one’s wife.
Day two: one misses one’s wife and one’s cat.
Day three: one misses one’s wife, one’s cat, and one’s television.
And it reaches the point where you think about how you miss your wife, all of your cats, your chair, your bed, your pillow, your television, your remote control, your game system, your silverware, your toilet seat, and your shower curtain. But mostly Maribou.
I mean “one’s wife”.
But we’re winding down. Tomorrow allows me to say “ONE WEEK!”
In the meantime, however, one finds delight where one can and I’m looking forward to a nice little beer party this weekend (and I’ll probably have to pick up some of the fancy dancy dark chocolate) and, Sunday, I’m always surprised by how much I enjoy the little Unitarian Church services on Sunday. When I go back to Colorado, it never even occurs to me to go to church (Indeed, I can worship atheist god just as well by sleeping in, being pantsless, and otherwise being one of *THOSE* people who never goes to church in Colorado… but I get out here and I think “Man, I wonder what the sermon will be about and I wonder what the songs will be and I wonder what will be in the Wonder Box…”)
And it’s stuff like that that is the special kind of wonderful that allows me to know that some of My Xes are out here too. Even if I can’t have most of everything that makes life awesome, I can have some of it.
But I’m really looking forward to writing this post next week, I tell you what.
So… what’s on your docket?