I didn’t have Cable TV growing up. We had 2 VHS tapes: 1776 and Footloose. I’m sure the unique influence that had on my life will turn into a blog post at some point. But today I just realized that by missing out on cable in my life, I missed out on this:
My life could have been completely different.
(Although if you ever saw the way I serenade Walrus while he’s making dinner, you could argue my subconscious was deeply affected by this without even seeing it.)
In the beginning of our relationship I used to love the nights I slept alone. I traveled for work quite often, and while it was trying in some areas, I loved spreading out in my hotel bed all alone. I loved being in bed with Walrus, but I also loved not having someone toss and turn beside me and being able to flail my arms about.
Now I sleep better feeling his weight in the bed beside me. I tried to nap today and couldn’t. It’s harder for me to relax and slip off without him. I still glorify in having the bed to myself if he has to get up early, but if I wake up in the night and he’s not there, I’m immediately sit up, filled with terror.
I know this feeling will ebb and flow. There will be years when I’ll want a King bed so that we have as much of our own space as possible, and there will be years that I can’t sleep if he’s not home.
I think the best thing I can wish for us is that with each ebb of independence in one aspect of our relationship, there is a flow of self-discovery from another place. And one of the best things I can do for our relationship to make sure as a need for companionship ebbs in one area, I work to bring affection and partnering flowing in another way.
Bluto tried to fill in, but it wasn't quite the same
I missed a post yesterday. We’re in the process of hosting our good friend for 4 days. He’s leaving tomorrow and tomorrow night two of Walrus’ friends are coming for the weekend. I’ve already announced I’m going home early one night to read. There was a point in my life I could handle 6 nights of hosting, drinking, working a full-time job and staying effervescent and cheerful. That time has past.
Yesterday was rough. Fun, but rough. I woke up with a shot glass of water on my nightstand and a half-eaten fig newton on the coffee table. Apparently I was “nibbling on the fig newton like a squirrel” and then fell asleep on the couch and had to be told to go to bed. At 10pm. I’m classy.
On the news front, this 94 year old lady seems like she’s a good time. ” Direct quote: “It really is quite an occasion to have a blimp land in your yard.” AND she looks great.
I haven’t read Love Story and I saw the movie when I was too young to understand it. Therefore I only know this quote out of context, but it has always driven me crazy.
As a stubborn little lady, sometimes I think my greatest acts of love to Walrus are being humble enough to acknowledge I was wrong and apologize for it (on those rare moments I’m wrong!).
I’ve just decided to repurpose the quote into a context that makes sense to me and can help rewrite the narrative of our gender.
Love (of yourself) means never having to say you’re sorry.
I’m saying eff the ground turkey recall and making turkey burgers tonight (and grilled corn!)!
I am very excited.
Walrus resisted the idea of turkey burgers for awhile until I finally convinced him to let me make them. He is now on the light, burgery deliciousness bandwagon with me.
Here’s the recipe I converted him with (although now we make many different styles). Tonight will be similar to this, but I’m noting some variations in italics.
“I’ve been through a lot in my life, but my greatest accomplishment would be to find myself in a place where I could be at peace with my family and still respect myself.” – Approximation of a Johnny Cash quote
Every day for the next 30 days I’ll spend at least 30 minutes making something prettier (or admiring beauty and therefore making my mind pretty!).
Day 7 (yesterday) Organized pictures
Start Time – 11:30am
End Time– 2:00pm
I had a slew of pictures sitting on folders on my laptop as I’ve cleaned off cameras and cellphones, but I’ve never sorted them to pull out the good ones and put them in any context that will make sense when I look back on them years from now.
This includes more than 150 pictures from my trip to Hawaii in 2007.
This spring I started my first herb garden:
Awkward smile as Walrus decides to document "the first planting"
I have killed every plant in my past, crazy life and I was anxious I would destroy these. Herbs are expensive, I desperately wanted this to work so I could use fresh herbs more. Read More »
I’ve gotten obsessed with making vodka lemonade this summer. It’s been a great contribution to bring to bbqs and reward ourselves after a hot day’s move (both of which there have been a lot of).
Recipe Basics: Read More »
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