Greek or Coach, (or any of you wise ones), Would be interested on your take of my reply to Greek yesterday @ 6:27. Specifically one of the last paragraphs that starts with, "and I had to admit to myself..." Am I "normal", crazy, a hopeless romantic optimist, or do I still don't get it?
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
So, folks, if you ever want to get your house really clean and knock off the perennial to-do list, just pretend you're selling your house!
Between yesterda all dayy until 3:00 a.m. and most of this morning, I got everything - and I do mean everything - done in time for this morning's two showings. Phew!
Place feels great. I feel great - and a good sense of accomplishment.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
Melencholy No, pleasant, bittersweet memory journaling.
STBXW is out of old apartment and into the new. She called me up this morning to see if I wanted to go get a piece of furniture that I've had since I was a kid. If so, she'd leave door unlocked at old apartment.
I went and got it. Looked at the room where we last made love, where we last truly held each other months ago. Looked at the room where we last kissed and embraced (also months ago) And it felt kinda good.
Then I looked at the living room. Mr. & Mrs. G were always taking dance lessons (ballroom, swing -my favorite- salsa, etc.). Gardenerman would often just switch on stereo or i-pod at home and waltz the Mrs. away on the spur of the moment.
I did that - once - in her apartment. Turned on her i-pod, took her in my arms and - I kid you not - "Maybe" by Janis Joplin came on. Our last, teary dance of our married life:
Maybe
Oh if I could pray and I try, dear, You might come back home, home to me.
Maybe Whoa, if I could ever hold your little hand Oh you might understand. Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe dear I guess I might have done something wrong, Honey I’d be glad to admit it. Oh, come on home to me! Honey maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe yeah.
Well I know that it just doesn’t ever seem to matter, baby, Oh honey, when I go out or what I’m trying to do, Can’t you see I’m still left here And I’m holding on in needing you.
Please, please, please, please, Oh won’t you reconsider babe. Now come on, I said come back, Won’t you come back to me!
Maybe dear, oh maybe, maybe, maybe, Let me help you show me how. Honey, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, Maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah, Maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah. Ooh!
A good, poignant last dance memory
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
((gardener)) wanted to look in and see how you are. Thx for looking in on my sitch. You sound great and I love the Zen makeover you did on the br. Interesting that someone actually HADNT heard of Leslie West??? LOL, ok ok , musician in me coming out. Hope ur having a great day today.Dusk
The Great Fatsby is the man! Bedroom is serene. And, I'm having a great day, thanks. You?
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
Gardener, how is the weather today? Looked like CT was to get a lot of rain today. MIL, SIL, and BIL live in CT. Hopefully, the showings went well for you today. bim
Drizzly, rainy, raw. Don't know about the showings, yet, but broker sent me email amazed that 913 people viewed it on his site in two weeks.
Walk-thru Tuesday w/20 brokers. And next week, broker sets up his magic 360 degree camera in each room so people can do a virtual walk-through in each room and look all around when he uploads it.
I'm in Wilton in southwestern, Connecticut. Fairfield County (Motto: "Everybody's gotta have everything!")
Where do your MIL, SIl and BIL live?
And thank you for the kind words on the dancing memory. I am a romantic, sentimental old softy! (())
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac