Well, my husband is out of town for a week on a big motorcycle journey. While I’ve been away for periods of time, this is the first long trip he’s ever gone away on and I’ve been all alone at home. To begin this post, I just want to say that I am praying that he is safe on his journey and I miss him so much it actually hurts.
Anyway, I watched two movies tonight. First, I cried my eyes out watching “Message in a Bottle”. Wow! What a tearjerker! I sobbed myself into a headache. And just when I thought I was going to spend the evening feeling miserable, I found…
…Arthur! On HBO. One of the funniest movies ever in my opinion. So now I’m laughing. What a night!
The first time I saw Arthur I liked it. Since then it just seems to be a story about a pathetic, spoiled, rich alcoholic. I have trouble watching it now.
Oh well, your husband is gone. WHOOPEE!!! It’s girls nite out. Go out with the ladies and get as drunk as Arthur, stuff a wad of cash down some male strippers tights, and raise hell till the sun is up.
Zette ! I was just wonderin’ about you ! Do all the things you wanna do for yerself while Honey Boom Boom is out adventuring! Heartfelt movies are always a plus. Long hot baths too.
Your man is fine, Zette. He’s safe and having an adventure. Everybody needs some wind in their hair and a jolt out of the ordinary now and then. (IMO, we’re all dogs, aching for the chance to just flat-outrun, doesn’t matter where, just for the pure, atavistic joy of movement and different air.) Believe me, home looks all the sweeter when the kinks are run out.
Keep on watching movies, reading books in bed until dawn, etc. You aren’t celebrating his absence, sweetie, you’re just taking a hiatus of your own. You two have one of the most solid, humane, loving bonds around. Nothing is “out of bounds” but betcha there are things you don’t ordinarily do just out of automatic consideration. Whatever they may be, happily indulge anyway.
But most of, don’t worry. He’ll come back so much happier, and glad to be back.
Picture him sleeping under the stars–and rehearsing exactly how he’ll describe it to you when he gets home.
No point at all in wandering and adventures if you can’t recount them around your own hearth.
Thanks guys. He called to tell me he was OK
The problem is that since his motorcycle accident last year (very serious) I have TERRIBLE separation anxiety. I get really antsy and nervous, and depressed when we’re not together. Not healthy, I know and certainly not rational. It’s just the way it is, though.
The other problem is that when he IS home, I get to do all those other things. I read books, take baths, and go out with the girls. So it’s not like a vacation for me or anything.
Well, enough of my neurosis- I guess I’ll just post a lot on the boards- something I cut down on dramatically in the last few months.
The original or the the new Fantasia 2000? I’ve seen the original.
If you’re going to rent something, I recently rented the Insider and thought it was great.
Zette, I understand completely about your separation anxiety. One time I had someone walk out the door in the morning for what was supposed to be an ordinary day, only it turned out to be the last time I saw him alive. I know the nightmare can come true. And it still haunts me to this day; every time my beloved steps out into the world, I feel fear as I watch him drive away. Antsy, nervous, and depressed, yep. Rational and healthy, no. But you can’t help how you feel. You keep it under control, but that knot of fear doesn’t go away. You’re not alone.
By the way, just a week or so ago I watched “Arthur” for the first time in ten years or more (inspired by Guilgud’s passing). I remember liking it a lot the first time I saw it, when it came out, and then a few years later I saw it again and felt more like cooldude, thinking, “Hmmm, just kind of pathetic, not really funny.” I guess time has brought more perspective to it (or to me) because this time I found that it was indeed pretty hilarious, and had some nice acting to boot.
Baseboards - those boards running horizontally around the bottom of your walls, where dust bunnies tend to collect, as well as the grime of years of people tracking in and out. (“Do” here implies “clean/wash/polish” - at least I hope it does.) Floors get washed with at least some degree of regularity, but I, for one, don’t think I’ve ever gotten to the baseboards. “Do the baseboards” would be kind of like…scrub the attic floors. Something I’m not likely to get to this decade, no matter how many days I’m left alone.
Well, check out THIS alarming array of flicks to keep me busy:
The Great Escape - I got this on another posters recommendation to see it before going to Chicken Run, which is loosly based on it.
The Green Mile- Can’t wait. Love King, loved the book - 'nuff said.
(by the way, the above two movies are both 2 VHS tapes long. Holy smokes!
I also got:
Being John Malcovich
and
Austin Powers 2
That ought to keep me out of trouble!
Zette
(It doesn’t make me miss him any less, but at least I have some distraction)
