A Little Epiphany - (and a newbie delurking)

[Dia]

Thank you, Veronica! I read French, but I've never encountered 'to fall in love' - cool! (yes, language geek, here)

@Sara - <dripping absurdity> Why yes, I think that's exactly what she'll say, and then she'll write my H a heartfelt email begging him to reconcile with me. <massive eyeroll at self> Ok, *that* idea's off the table.

@Jeff - OMG yes, this is trying my patience mightily. It's only been a couple of days but he took away all my hugs and all my QT which was keeping my love tank full and giving me the strength to carry on. When we had that cuddle, I allowed myself to think that everything would be ok and we were going to make it. First time I've ever thought that. I shoved the thought away real quick because it's probably poison, but there you go. Now, of course, I've had those insidious, niggling whispers along the lines of "This will never work! He's going to throw me out at any moment now." And I've got to shove those away, too.

BUT!

He has been peeking from the tower window. The laughing banter has been restored. Not innuendo yet, but the joking back and forth and the witty repartee. No hugs yet either, but I'm hanging in there.

And there there was this one little interaction:

I was working in the new office I set up for myself in the guest room and he called my name from across the house. So I went to his office,

Dia: Did you need me?

H: Perpetually.

So I will make the peach-blackberry cobbler Friday night and leave for down south early Saturday morn. Leave him with something sweet on the tongue while I'm gone.

Convo this morning:

H to kidlet: It's movie night tonight with T and O. Do you want to come?

Dia <interjecting>: Actually, I need you to take him tonight. I'm going out.

H: Oh? Cool! Movie again?

Dia: I haven't decided yet. I'm sure I can find some trouble to get into.

H: Ok.

Patience is a virtue. And when I finally meet her, I'ma smack dat Bi%$h!

Edit to add: When he left for work just now, he walked all the way to the back of the house to find me and hug me.

[Kettricken]

The "perpetually" remark was *very* pleasing.

Not that I'm knocking the hug, you unnerstand.....

Shall we dance? sigh......

[The Wifey]

Man, Dia. You might think you had some kind of playbook to go by. Way to go.

[Dia]

I do.

It's called "This Board."

Plus a healthy dose of seat-of-my-pants flying.

[Dia]

@ Sara - just making sure... I was mocking *myself* in the post above, not you.

[Dia]

Limerick - critique please!

I am planning to write this on a little card and leave it next to the cobbler. Limericks, of course, are the lowest form of poetry, but therefore the least intimidating.


In light of my visit down south,

I made something sweet for your mouth.

Something to savor,

All peachy in flavor,

Until I get back to the house.

It's the last line I'm not quite pleased with, though I like the implication that *I* am the proper sweet, peachy thing for his mouth and the cobbler is merely a substitute.

[Coach]

I am leaving in such a haste

I made something sweet for you to taste

Something to savor

All peachy in flavor

Nary a crumb shall we waste.

[The Wifey]

Dia, How about "peachy in flavor" the end and just cut the last line?

[Dia]

Ok, found my GAL for tonight. There's an Irish music jam session at a cafe. That's a go!

[Lost Rabbit]

Dia Im just ROFL at the cobbler limerick, you hun have a fantastic sense of humour! I dont know about GAL more like having/making a life and shouting "catch up with me if you can" You go girl you deserve every minute of fun!