Those are great lyrics - it must be horrible to feel that way. Do you have a strategy to fix things? (The lyrics to "black is the color ..." are at the end of this post, for what it's worth.)
Yes, whatisis, I am still thinking the glass is half full, even thought my W hasn't emailed me for a few days now. I sent her a mail yesterday, with an mp3 that she should like attached, will send another mail today, hope that this will serve to keep communication open instead of bugging her. Not hearing from her isn't great.
I am also thinking of training to run a marathon, starting on my birthday in a few weeks. She ran one two years ago, and occasionally asks if I am thinking of it too (which seems to indicate that this would gain me points). She ran it in about 4-1/4 hours, which I am hoping I don't have to beat to get those points ... I'd rather just finish. She still doesn't know about the weightlifting unless the kids or someone else has blabbed. At least physically I hope I will be strong enough for her.
The most recent issue of psychology today has its lead article about that you really can change yourself. I haven't read it yet, but maybe there is something useful there. Also, I got two books - "satisfaction" (by Berns) and "happiness" (by Layard) about what makes people happy - will have a poke at those this weekend. The satisfaction book suggests that conflict is actually good for a marriage, and can be a source of novelty. More later.
A smoggy 80 here - got to do expense reports now - have a good weekend(s) -
Luke
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair. His face is like some rosy fair, The prettiest face and the neatest hands, I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes If you no more on earth I see, I can't serve you as you have me.
The winter's passed and the leaves are green The time is passed that we have seen, But still I hope the time will come When you and I shall be as one.
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep, But satisfied I never could sleep, I'll write to you a few short lines I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
So fare you well, my own true love The time has passed, but I wish you well. But still I hope the time will come When you and I will be as one.
I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes, The prettiest face, the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands.
M58, xW54 S22, D18 M 1984, D 2016 Living a new life.
