Yet again, I find myself husband-less for four days. Temptation lurks around the corner...there it is. Ben & Jerry's brownie batter. Come to me, it says, eat me! ALL OF ME! NOW! Though, I've managed to (for the most part) retreat with spoon in hand and only hints of chocolate smudgens on the corners of my mouth.
At this moment, I'm still home alone. Lady and her Tramp have replayed their canine romance three times over. Trixie, the jail dog, is crooning at this moment about Tramp as I dream about that handsome husband's homecoming tomorrow night. My friends have been gracious in keeping me company, loneli-less and happy. One even slept over the first night and is on her way now to sleep in my empty, hollow, and sometimes spidery apartment.
But last night I slept on my own. Yes, I slept all by myself. Good for me, eh?
I got home at 10:40 p.m. after a late meeting, talked to Matt,and fell asleep to none other than Lady and the Tramp (after a reasonable amount of chips and salsa.) Waking up from the sound of dramatically breaking glass intruding upon my eardrums, I discovered the recycling truck had come at 6:45 am. And then I also discovered that the menu on the DVD had been replaying over and over. So, I shut if off, put in ear plugs, and slept. And then I awoke and felt the lovely company of empty, silent, lonliness.
Thus, I am rejoicing in the coming of my friend tonight, and my husband tomorrow night.
"But I am afraid that just as Eve was deceived by the serpents cunning, your minds may somehow be led astray from your sincere and pure devotion to Christ." 2 Corinthians 11:3
Thursday, September 17, 2009
When walking away from having been inspired, how does one just go straight to bed?
One minute I'm rambling on to Matt,
"I mean really, tell me, what do you think? Because I....2 minutes later...and really, I need to know your thoughts, because what I'm feeling is SO....2 minutes later....up the stairs....chitter chatter...in the door.....chitter chatter.... "do you think I should even consider pursuing writing? Because if I'm a rotten writer...
Silence. Wheeze in. Wheeze out.....
and the next minute fast asleep in my bed?
No way, Hosea. Rather, I chit chatted my way to the computer and here I find myself out-letting. Truly a delight. If I were born in the early 1900's, or even the 1800's, I would be dressed in my night gown and night cap, twill and ink in hand, candle light dancing on the walls with my floating thoughts. Maybe I'd even have my own hand ground wheat bread to munch on with the butter that I just churned that day.
As excited and energized as I was when I sat down, I must now....
wheeze in. Wheeze out.