That doesn't sound silly at all, Corri, it makes sense. Honey contains pollen, which is what causes allergies in the first place. We'll have to look around... I'm not sure if honey is made locally, but we'll find out. In our neighborhood there are a LOT of mature trees; the house next door has two large birch trees which cover the car with pollen every day, and there are also a number of large trees across the street that make an ungodly mess this time of year also...
Tim, Last Friday (when I wasn't in the mood) I was having a cat allergy attack. Nothing kills desire like runny nose and fear that you will inadvertently blast your partner with big wet sneeze.
Otherwise, it sounds like your head is in a real good place. Keep the steady pressure of differentiation going. It sounds like you are playing it right.
Anywhere is walking distance if you have the time
-Steven Wright
Quote: Keep the steady pressure of differentiation going. It sounds like you are playing it right.
Yes, I think so too. Just two weeks ago I would've been freaking by now, I'd have been sure she was at least half faking it because it seems to be worse at night, so I'd have thought she was using it as an excuse. Now I'm much more relaxed about the whole thing. I can see that it gives us time to get to know each other again, and I'm liking this transition phase. I'm having fun with it. We're also VERY busy right now, with lots of stuff going on, and we're BOTH completely bushed at the end of the evening, so there's that also. However, I am looking forward with anticipation to the day when we will move forward a little more quickly...
I had a magical and somewhat mystical experience last night. W and I went to watch S12's school play, and this was NOT the average school play. It was called "Big Rock", and was written, produced and directed by 3 of the teachers at the school. I think they should win an award for this one. The entire school was involved, all classes from Kindergarten through 8th Grade. The story revolved around a farmer and his wife - he's a bit of a dreamer and stargazer, and she's too wrapped up in her housework to stop and smell the flowers. One day he's out plowing his field (and grooving to his own internal music while doing so) and he runs into a huge rock that wasn't there before. It apparently dropped from the sky. It's so big it can't be moved, even with the help of the other farmers. Soon he discovers it talks to him, and nobody else can hear it. Being a very well-differentiated fellow, he knows what he's experiencing, and he holds onto himself in the face of ridicule from everyone else. At one point the rock (which is from a planet called Carpedeum) explains to him about extremes, and about balance. This takes the form of an amazing bit of video that simulates a space voyage from earth way out beyond the nebulae, beyond the Milky Way and into the extreme void beyond the galaxies. I have NO idea where they got that video, but that alone was worth the price of admission. Also, the young boy who played the Rock (we only see his face) was himself a shining example of differentiation - he sang a song he had written himself about "Those Stars Out There", which was strange and beautiful, and he sang it without accompaniment.
The main message of the play was "Slow down, stop and smell the flowers", but it had so many levels, many of them very Scnarchian in tone. I was transfixed. At several points I had to fight the urge to cry, it was so beautiful. They had been working on it for several months. The design of it was deceptively simple, as between the dialog there were a number of what amounted to "dance numbers", each of which involved one or two classes, but each of which advanced the overall story in a fantastic and beautiful way. The best part about it is that they recorded the whole thing and are making it available on both VHS and DVD.
The new part of my tag line is a quote that appears on the program.
Afterwards, when W and I were watching TV, we had the best cuddling so far! It was very erotic, for me at least, and I could feel the emotional connection between us reaching a new level. I also increased my "cuddling" into the territory of "Touching with intent to arouse", and I know she was at least mildly aroused by my touch. This also led to a more-than-usually arousing cuddling and kissing session in bed just before going to sleep. I think this evening I might just make a move to initiate...
That's fantastic Tim. I've often felt quite moved at some of my children's performances, it's something about seeing a new generation experiencing some of the same things you once did but perhaps expressing themselves in a new way or context.
Best wishes to you for this evening. I hope your wife can show you how lucky she is to have you for a husband.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
On a similar note, I was at a wedding a few weeks ago and the priest went on a rant about hanging onto yourself and your own person while being available to one another without losing youself etc. Almost his entire speech was Schnarchian.
Anywhere is walking distance if you have the time
-Steven Wright
Sorry, but the use of Schnarch's name as an adjective, adverb, exclamation, etc. is just cracking me up today. 1. Proper Name: I just read Schnarch's PM...good book. 2. Adjective: The Priest's sermon was very Schnarchian. 3. Verb (pt): My W was all 'why are you controlling me?' when I Schnarched her the other day. 4. Exclamation: Schnarch! You are good at this differntiation stuff! 5. Adverb: I just told her lovingly and Schnarchly that she had all the facts to make her own choices about her behavior.
