It’s you, not me.

It was love at first sight.

Blue like the sky, made to handle the ups and downs, there when I needed you. Your glowing analog clock drew me in like only something old and new at the same time could. You were my favorite, my fate. I committed to you. I was all in. You took me places.

I’ve been seeing other cars.

I know, this isn’t what I expected, either. But you’ve forced me to consider options.

A brief encounter with a Subaru – it seemed promising. But she didn’t have what you have. I wanted you. The old you. You before the thing that left me afraid to be with you.

I know it wasn’t your fault. At least, I don’t think so. But I can’t… I’m afraid you will stop stop stop again and leave me stranded.

The Hyundai, that was just a fling that never really went anywhere. It just wasn’t my type. But I had to find out. I had to try.

And I realize that I did not not not take enough pictures of you – I took you for granted. A rear-view mirror here, a steering wheel there, the spider-crack on the windshield that has been there for 6 years – crawling across pictures of sunsets and signs and lakes. You were a frame to my view of the world.

I miss the feel of you, the weight of you. You knew me – you know where I’ve been, you know all of my favorite songs. You were the one who carried me home, more than once. When my marriage was ending, when I found out I had Covid, and for one last time, when you had stopped in the road and I was worried that you would never move again – you did at last, and got me home.

The Toyota is nice. We went out a second time. I found her when I was searching for all of the things I loved most about you. She’s young, she’s smart, she’s got some warranty left. She won’t be the same, but I think she might do for now.

Be kind. Be smart. Be brave. Never take hugs or blue cars for granted.

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Time to Stop Clinging to the Wreckage

(written 11/2022 and saved as a draft)

“You haven’t forgiven your ex, have you?”

Nope. Haven’t even thought about it. Not until…

now.

Still angry. <Start playing the Book of Love song here>

I’m fighting it with all of my resentment, anger, fear, shame, whatever you want to call that mix of crappy emotions that gets stirred up when I think about the lost time, money, dreams, hopes, and things I can’t find that I know I used to have.

It’s tiring. It’s sometimes stupid. It’s making it hard to open up to new possibilities. It’s getting old. It, whatever it is, has definitely worn out its welcome.

I was reading a book that used this analogy: You are sitting in the wreckage of a collapsed building, not willing to let any of it go. I think I’m just waking up to realize that I am still there, still looking around and wondering what happened, and the world is moving on around me.

So here is the plan: get out of there. Find the things that didn’t get smashed, crushed, blown away, burned, twisted, or drowned, and take them with me into the future. A better future. A peaceful future. Hopefully a future with love. Definitely a future with love.

Be kind, be smart, be brave. Never take hugs for granted. Give good ones – you might be helping someone clear away the debris.

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Great Lake

She found herself at the lake. The lake spoke to her. It said, “What are you waiting for?”

“Easy for you,” she said, “you just get to be a lake.”

“I work hard at being a lake. I churn and I flow. I’ve got little things on me and in me all the time. Do you think I just happen to be a Great Lake? No, I became great by doing what I do best. I’ve been laking for a long time. I had to figure out what to do with all these rivers spilling into me. I had to learn how to tickle people’s ankles with my waves.”

“But that all comes naturally to a lake, doesn’t it?” she asked.

“Not just any old lake. I had to be the specific lake I am. I had to choose how I was going to lake. I could have been a shy lake or a bold lake, but I’m somewhere in between. I know people forget about me, but I’m okay with who I am. I’m an honest lake and I have integrity.”

“That’s why I like you,” she said. “You’re always here for me. You never pretend to be nice when you are having a bad day. You just throw those waves around and steal the beach balls, and then another day you are calm and as clear and shiny as glass. Your moods are so obvious.”

“I don’t see any point in pretending. I have enough to do just managing the currents.”

“Exactly. You would never worry about mowing a lawn, would you?”

“Heavens no, although I have tasted a few of them. Came right up onto them the other year when I drank a little too much. They are fresh and furry, but not worth the effort.”

“You’re a good friend, Lake.”

“Stop waiting. Be the whole human you are. Stop worrying what it will mean. I’ll always be here.”

“Thanks, Lake.”

calm lake
Great Lake having a great day
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When you finally come home to yourself

I am unlocking the door when it opens from the inside. I have been waiting for me to come home.

“You look exhausted,” I say.

“I am,” I reply, dragging my carry-on over the threshold.

I hug myself, a good long hug. It’s been too long.

“I’m so sorry it didn’t work out with him,” I say, “I was so hoping you’d be happy when you left.”

“I thought – “, I begin, and we both know what I had thought, so I don’t have to finish. Tears come, my face droops.

I have a tissue ready, just like that.

There are no words for a moment. I get that hopeless look in my eyes.

“You’re going to be okay,” I say.

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Project Hail Mary: is it worth it?

Disclaimer: I do not make a habit of reviewing books, so take it with a grain of salt.

I obtained the oh-so-readable Large Print Edition of Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir, because that was what the library had available. I was skeptical, I admit. My brother is generally anti-fiction, but someone convinced him that this would be worth it. I was very curious.

The story opens with Dr. Grace waking up in a spaceship with no memory of how he got there. The details that lead up to that point are revealed very, very slowly, as the character begins to remember things. This is intriguing for a short time, but begins to feel like we are being fed information too slowly, and in the end, not enough of it is important to the immediate situation. There are oddly specific details in the memories that really don’t need to be there to give us what we need to understand the situation.

Much of the book felt like it was trying to convince me with vague math that the science therein was realistic. I’m not afraid of math and science, and I love a passionate explanation of a scientific concept, but this felt like pandering to a certain grade-level where you show a concept but not the details. When a character whips out his phone calculator every few pages, it gets to be kind of annoying.

In some parts of the book, there were certain numbers repeated over and over – it began to feel as if there would be a quiz at the end. I got bored with this version of math and science quickly. I’m not going to pull out my calculator and check the numbers while I’m reading a story, but it almost seemed like it was daring you to do so.

The biggest problem I had was with this character, Dr. Grace. I wanted to like him, or have a reason to hope he survived, but quite frankly, it wasn’t there. Here is a man who appears to let everything happen to him, expending the least amount of effort possible to maintain a sadly isolated life. This doesn’t impress me in real life or in a book. I want my protagonist to have actual connections to people, to the world around them. I want them to have a purpose, some morals, some kind of drive. Letting things happen to you is not a good story, no matter how interesting those things are.

After slogging through the book, I finally reached the end, only to discover that I could hate the character even more than I already did. I found the ending to be disturbing in so many ways. I know that this may make it sound interesting and I apologize for that. It is not an endorsement. In fact, it might not be disturbing to anyone else. It would make a good discussion topic, let’s say that.

If you like to read about improbable scenarios, selfish characters, and gratuitous math and science stuff, have at it. If you are looking for a cartoonish space adventure for sub-teens, this may be your book. Otherwise, the answer is no, it isn’t worth it.

Thank you for your time, and keep reading! Just not this one.

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The Man of My Dreams

So here I am in the middle of a pandemic that has just cancelled the St. Patrick’s Day parade again (Dang! A year! That parade is how I mark the beginning of the major cancellations – it started with St. Patty’s.) and my dating options are a bit limited. At least if I meet someone now, I know they can use a computer.

Digital sign by the highway: Wash hands, wear a mask.

Don’t worry, though. My brain is working overtime to give me some of that closeness I’m not getting in real life. While I sleep alone in my bed, I’m getting to spend time with the man of my dreams, or rather the men of my dreams: unexpectedly pleasant encounters with ex-boyfriends I haven’t seen since before I was married.

I don’t want them back, I hardly ever think about them, and I’m glad we’ve moved on. In my dreams, they are being kind, and physically close, and making me feel like I have someone to share things with. In real life, they are happily and safely far away. They don’t know they are helping me through this pandemic in their own special way.

I can only assume my brain has been going back through the old library catalog in there, searching under Holding Hands and Making Out and pulling out those well-worn index cards that tell it where to find the right memories. Ones where I feel safe and not-lonely and maybe even happy. And then it is sneaking them into my dreams, where I find them from time to time when the alarm goes off in the morning, or the running toilet wakes me up in the night. I must be blissfully living in that space on the nights when I don’t get interrupted.

I’m still lonely, but I’m glad someone is looking out for me, even if it is just… me.

And I am starting to try the online dating thing. So I’ll have some new exes to dream about during the next pandemic. (Please let that be a funny joke when I read it years from now.)  I’m sure I’ll have some interesting stories from that.  🙂

For now, I’ll keep doing the virtual things: meetings, games, and events from the living room. I’ll keep my family safe. Life goes on.

Be kind, be smart, be brave.   Never take hugs for granted.

And I didn’t think I’d ever have to say this, but don’t storm the Capitol.  Just don’t.

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Do the Hustle! With Hope

And just before we shut the door on last year, we noticed that there was still hope sitting there, waiting for us to ask it to dance…

Hope hangs in there, through the worst of times.

Could be dancing in this picture
2020: Safe Outdoors

For the longest time I thought cancer was the worst thing. It took people you loved.

Then I thought that human trafficking was the worst. It took innocent people and bought and sold them like they didn’t matter.

Then I thought that divorce was really the worst thing. It took your promises of love and hopes for the future and stomped on them pretty hard.

Then I thought that someone taking their own life was the most worst thing. It was unexpected and devastating in a way nothing else had been, and there were no answers to all of the questions.

There are so many worst-ish things, and it can feel overwhelming: all forms of domestic violence, the far-reaching effects of systemic racism, people not protecting each other from the pandemic, not being able to comfort each other when the worst things happen.

We need to hold onto hope. We need to take it by the hand, lead it to the dance floor, twirl it around and do-si-do with it. We need to do the Hokey-Pokey with it. We need to dance, and dream. We will get through, get beyond, get better. We will win that dance competition at the end of the summer if we keep practicing those moves.

We need to keep trying.

Be kind, be smart, be brave.    Never take hugs for granted.

The next post will be less weighty. I just needed to get these thoughts out.

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Well, then. It’s time for an update.

It’s only been two years. (Oh crap, has it been that long?)

A lot has changed. And I don’t just mean the entire world being turned upside down and inside out by the threat of COVID-19. That, luckily, came long after I packed everything up and moved back home. Returning home defeated – I could not win that game.

That game was not really a game. It was the marriage, and he wasn’t following the rules. So that is done. One cross-country divorce later, I am working on rebuilding my self and my life.

I finally got that job working from home. After looking for about three years, I could not have asked for better timing on the offer I got. Without it I might have had time to languish, might have let myself stop trying.

I’m taking a Happiness class. Because that is what one does when one is feeling the strain of protecting loved ones and not having anywhere to go. I’m working on a 2000 piece puzzle, and that is no small effort. I’m trying to do 30 days of yoga, which I had not done for a very long time (I’m on day 21 and getting better). And I’m Zooming with friends and groups that used to meet in person.

I’m hanging on and hoping.

My plans to start dating again have been thwarted. Maybe that’s a good thing? It will give us all something to talk about.

This isn’t very exciting. There is a lot I am not ready to say.

Just this: appreciate the people in your life. Be kind, be smart, be brave.

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Without you

I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone
It’s gonna feel like nothing’s on
Thousands of shows
But you’re the one I chose
I hope they find a reason
To make another season

I know you all so well, in my mind
Like I’m under a spell, we’re entwined
What would my life be like without you?
Should I feel guilty that I doubt you
           will return
      I mean, people do get burned
                out
           or fired
           And writers can retire…

 

Yes, it’s been one of those months. Too much TV. I’ve gone through all the seasons of a couple of shows that I really liked. Time wasted? Er…

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How to go see a band

Seriously.

Did you really go to the show so you could stand there with your cell phone and record the band from the dance floor?

Move. Your. Feet.

Put that thing away and dance!

Dance!

Enjoy the music!

I saw you take that selfie and then sit down again.

Dance!

Pink drums? Nice!

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