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Irresponsibly running away
There are things I ought to do this weekend, but I'm not going to do them.I'm not going to fix my lawnmower and mow my lawn. I'm not even going to hire someone to do it.
I'm not going to finish the laundry. I did my share, I put away all the clean clothes and cleaned our bedroom yesterday. I even put all our winter things in storage. There are plenty of dirty clothes still to be washed, but Forest said he'd do that, and I believe him.
I'm not going to go grocery shopping, and I'm not going to scrub my kitchen.
Heck, I'm not even going to clean out my car.
On the contrary I'm going to get sand all over myself and everything I own! Yep, I'm hitting the road for Silver Lake as soon as I get out of work, and not coming back until late Sunday night. I'm going to spend some time laying in the soft, white sand, reading a book. Then I'll roll over, and maybe take a nap. Then I'll probably hike barefoot on the dunes a bit, and when I feel like it I'll go swimming.
Friday night and Saturday I'll be getting to know my sister again, since it will be just Karen and me. Then on Saturday evening Forest will join me, and I'll take him to all my favorite places once more. We'll watch the sunset on Lake Michigan together, and then spend all day on Sunday at the beach getting alternatively sanded, sunned, and watered.
It promises to be lovely, as long as the weather holds out! I can't wait.
Last night was a good one in a way. Forest had a terrible day! He got no sleep the night before, worrying about money, and then woke up with an awful headache and feeling pretty grumpy. He then had to drive with a tow rig to get his Neon, and park it in the lot where his brother will hopefully repair it. So far this has cost $200 that he doesn't feel he has.
At 4 I went to pick him up from The Store so that he could pay another $80 to get his ancient Geo Metro registered at the Secretary of State. He was even grumpier than he had been, and not too thrilled, because he had arranged for the night off so he could go home and get some rest, but one of the other employees called in sick, so he was going to have to work anyway. This pretty much pissed him off.
Then, of course, we were number 24 in line at the Secretary of State, and the line moved at the rate of 1 person every 10 minutes. He had to be back at work at 5.
Thus it happened that I sent him back to the Store in my van, made good use of my cel phone, and bought and insured his Geo Metro, so I could put license plates on it, so he'd have a way to drive home that night. We'll have to straighten that out someday.
He drove out to pick me up, and despite all the love and sweetness that he was showing to me, I could practically see the tension rising off him. He really needed sleep, and was going to be miserable until he got some. We went to get some cones for the Store, and he literally fell asleep in mid-sentence.
It was sort of funny, in a way. I couldn't wake him up for a half hour, but was content to sit in the air conditioned van and read until he came around.
Then he thanked me for standing by him, even when he's grumpy. It was the sweetest, rightest thing he could have said. And in fact, his grumpiness doesn't bother me one bit, because he makes it so obvious that it isn't directed at me, and lets me soothe him down a bit.
So I decided to go home and cook him a big dinner. I made lasagna, garlic bread and salad, and got a bottle of cabernet sauvignon, his favorite wine. I got out the candles, and was sure to run and greet him with a big kiss when he came in the door.
True to form, he had brought a bunch of flowers with him. Awww.
We ate by candlelight while watching The Fifth Element, then snuggled until we were tired enough to warrant bedtime.
Then I served him some german chocolate cake, and coffee, and we took a long, steamy-hot shower. Before he went to bed he happily announced that his headache was finally gone.
I'm pretty sure he got a GOOOOOOOD night's sleep last night. At least, I didn't hear a peep out of him, and he was still asleep when I left.
It's nice that my efforts to relax him have some effect. I'm glad I remove tension, and that I don't add to it. I can't explain to you why this feels so good to me. I think perhaps it's because I feel more and more like I was made for Forest. I've got infinite patience for his particular type of grumpiness. That's saying something, because in general I'm not blessed with patience at ALL. And I've always been one of those people who can ride out a bad mood with someone, especially if I know it'll soon pass. Of course, with Forest a bad mood doesn't generally outlast a day, so it's no big deal.
Maybe I'm just happy about it because it means that I know his rhythms well enough to feel comfortable with them.
Anyway, I guess I should stop repeating this, but DAMN, do I ever love that man!
