Figure I should at least post the boring stuff as a reminder to myself that being in neutral isn't such a bad thing...
It's been chilly and rainy here, and I can't seem to get warm. After dinner last night, I put D7 in my tub (it's bigger and I decided to hop in with her) and had no sooner put my foot in the water when the phone rang. It was Mr. Wonderful, who seemed surprised I answered because it almost went to voicemail.
He wanted to ask me how our days went, and if D7's eye looked better (it has been pretty red lately). I told him we were in the tub, and he asked if I could still chat in the water? I told him I guess it was okay as long as no suds came barreling my way...
He wanted to chat about his convo with D10 earlier and to make plans for her airport greeting on Saturday. He asked if we could go in one car and we made arrangements to head to the airport after I go to mass on Saturday afternoon. I told him that she wanted to go out to eat, and since it was Father's Day weekend, it would be my treat.
He seemed genuinely pleased and thanked me for being generous. He also told me that he knows that I miss D10 something awful, and he knows she really misses me too-- and said that she could spend Saturday night with me.
I let him know that D10 and I had already discussed this issue, and that we had decided she could drop off her luggage at the house and pick up the FD present she made for him (which I had to pick up while she was away) and that she would spend the rest of the weekend with him.
That made him VERY happy. I did ask for him to bring them both home Sunday evening because I did want to spend some time with her too... and he agreed.
I had hopped out of the tub by this time, and he asked if I had time to chat for a few minutes. I was buck naked but I said sure...
He started to tell me that work was driving him crazy. Mind you, this is the job he started in January. I asked what was so crazy, and he gave me the synopsis of the reasons. It appeared to me that Mr. Wonderful has a hard time saying no to others, even when the request interferes with his current job responsibilities (and he's a program manager), which means his time is dispersed among many). I joked, "job security!" And he answered soberly, "Bets, I've always had job security. That's not my problem. My problem is that I need to learn how to say no."
Blow me over! I commented, "Hmmmmmm. How will you do this?" He replied, "I don't know. But I figure that I need to do something about learning. And fast."
He finally cut our convo off with, "Hey, my pizza is ready. I'm so hungry I'm going to eat all of it. Talk to you tomorrow?" We said our goodbyes and hung up. All in all, a pleasant conversation.
I also started toggling between 2 of the many books my fellow DB friend--Lights--sent me. One of them is called When Love Dies. The author provided a summary of some information provided in another book titled, What Men Want Women to Know. Number 1 on that list was "You are His Best Friend."
I've known that all along, but it really was driven home by the conversation earlier. I realized that Mr. W. does not call Gary to discuss what he needs to do at work to feel happier.
Since this is a great one, here's my Cainercast for the day:
There is a lot of sound and fury now but what does it signify? When the drum stops beating, when the band stops playing, when the cannons stop firing, the armies stop marching and the smoke stops billowing, what will have altered? Everything or nothing? You want to know the outcome to a certain drama in advance. That's why you are turning to your forecast with such trepidation. Actually, though, you already know. Only one thing will be different from now on. Everything else will be just as it was, much to everyone's initial amazement. So, relax this weekend. All will be fine.
And that's what I think is true too.
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Betsey 
