Hadn't heard anything from H recently about his moving home, so I asked for some clarification last night. I asked him if he was still undecided or if he was waiting on something from me. He said that we had stopped talking about the issue. I asked, "Which issue?" He said the issue of where to put our belongings, in particular his bed. We discussed it for a few minutes; and I determined to ask my sister to store it.
I asked him if there was anything else. He said that all he needs to do is empty out the middle room and start bringing stuff over. So I guess the decision has been made.
Today I realized that tomorrow is the fifth anniversary of our first date. We made eyes at each other for a little bit, but of course H started getting down, because we "still don't have 'it' figured out." No convincing Mr. Pessimist.
Tomorrow I'm leaving H alone to take one of my best friends out to the Flint Hills for a girls' overnight at the farm. She wants to get photographs of the prairie to use for making pastels. Hopefully she'll be up to a little walking (although I'd rather 'hike' than walk). I'm taking some of my fabulous pasta sauce so we can make dinner for Gram. I think it will be quiet and relaxing.
