Quote: I must remember: the o-chick in my H's life is an insect.
thanks bridget...I liken the ow to a paresite that infected a sickly host (our m)
here's a bit of interesting info...
on the way to the theater tonight talking about the radio h all of a sudden says you'll be happy to see this and shows me his second cell phone (the one I've in the past accused him of keeping to call ow as the calls can be erased, unlike the phone he normally uses) I was confused that he was showing it to me and then even more confused to see it fly out the window of the moving truck??
h said he cancelled the service and that he could have just told me so but thought I'd like to see the phone fly??
I didn't know what to say and said so...I kinda felt like crying but held back as this flying phone could mean anything and there is no point in my celebrating symbolism that I alone had placed on an object...I simply thanked him and then called him a litter bug!!
something did lighten in me as that phone flew away though...the rest of the night was peacefull...a certain comfort...all because of a phone? or because h thought enough to make a display of it as if symbolizing ow being thrown away? was that just my interpertation or what h intended? I didn't ask...didn't want to go there...just took it as it was and accepted it.
