Crunch, crunch goes his cereal as he eats breakfast over his
computer. Since I go to the gym with him
this week, I get to find out the little details of his life I wasn’t privy to
before like “Crunch, crunch.”
It’s nice.
He wear’s sweats all day as he works. Comfort first. Today I will emulate him. Marta is here to clean, and I am writing a
poem. Somehow the balance seems
off. We sit; she works. No Yin and Yang in that. I can’t hide from her either. With G right here working at his computer, it
isn’t right that I run away just so I can’t feel guilty.
He talks too. Did he
do that when I wasn’t here? I’ll never
know. Every day our lives are
restructured and recreated. Dinner is
now at five. No flexibility. Before, sometimes I would call instead of
guessing what time he would be home. Now
it’s five.
“I really don’t want to make that corn chowder tonight,” I
told him.
“Ok, we will go out,” he said with a laugh.
I didn’t remind him that tomorrow will be out too because of
a five forty five meeting. We will make
it work. I laugh back.
Your journal entries read as poetry. You don't even have to work at it!
ReplyDeleteI love that you can each do your own thing, compromise where necessary, and still preserve your autonomy.
ReplyDeleteLovely writing. I get so many images from this. Why at 5:00? So early? Love the photos as well. I drove by that park once a long time ago. Never had time to visit.
ReplyDeleteI love this new adventure in your life. You both seem to be handling it well. It adds sparkle to your relationship.
ReplyDeleteA new door seems to have opened, nice to learn new things about each other.
ReplyDeleteAgreeing with Poolie..poetry!
ReplyDeleteYes, your journal entries do read like poetry. Your journey is a wonderful poem that you share with us.
ReplyDeleteI was about to write the same thing as Captain Poolie. This whole post is a wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the clarity of these photos. I wish mine were as clear on my blog.
ReplyDelete'Can't add a thing here except a big DITTO to most all the previous comments.
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