StepS, 32 never "unfriended" me on my IRL facebook page (or on his, I should say). I always took that as a possibly hopeful sign. So, he's been following along on my posts/life and I on his.
Three or four times in the last seven months I summoned up the courage to "like" something he posted; once, I even wrote a short comment. No replies. Fine. Wasn't expecting any. I was just glad that my few forays into his page didn't cause him to "unfriend" me.
Last night, I read that my favorite film (and his), 2001: A Space Odyssey was playing a midnight showing in a theatre in lower Manhattan. I hadn't seen it on the big screen in years. I fb'd it was playing and I that I was off to see it. At 3:30 am I got home and fb'd that it was great seeing it in a theatre again.
This morning I fb'd a YouTube clip of our favorite scene from it.
I just saw that an hour ago he "liked" it.
I'll take that. First baby step, first contact of any kind in seven months. For such a little thing it felt very, very good.
My next step? Nothing. Or nothing for a while. Stepson whisperer.
When I got home last night/this morning, the stove exhaust fan was on. X had been in the house with a new potential realtor last night. This morning she emailed that she left it on because she smelled gas. She has a great sense of smell; I do not.
I pulled out the stove and did a soapy-water spray test on the hose and all connections. Nothing. As I pushed the stove back, the hose re-coiled/bent and I not only suddenly smelled it, I heard it! A hiss. Not good. Bad leak. Shut off the main, called the gas company and called X and sincerely thanked her.
I've been off the boards for a few days. Will catch up with you all soon. You are always in my thoughts and prayers.
Peace,
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
