Tonight I sit on my paltry three foot wide by ten foot long patio. Its over 100 degrees out still at 9:41 in the evening. The rain is supposed to be coming this week, but I won't believe it until kids are playing in the gutters. My mind is on summer now. This being the first summer I wish I was still young enough to play in those gutters.
Time seems to be moving faster than ANYTHING I have ever experienced before. The days aren't days, they are flashes that move like lightning. All of a sudden... BOOM! Its July 1. July FREAKING first people. Madness ensues.
I wish I had more to report about the upcoming Dee-Cook nuptials other than YES! we are still gettin' hitched on November 14th. I could use work as an excuse (just ask my mom, or my future sister-in-law, they'll tell ya) but, its overplayed at this point. Work is madness. The month of June makes me strongly consider switching career paths (but not really). Who ever thought me... the girl who barely graduated high school, who never really went to college, would be working in politics? Everyday I look in the mirror and hope that I'll be happy with the path I chose. I'd really hate to be lying to myself for all of these years.
Things are well here on my side of the world. I haven't had even an itch of a panic attack in months. I've been too busy to think about my heart racing, my palms sweating or my knees buckling. Mr. Dee and I couldn't be better. We see a lot of each other now. Thats sarcasm. Sarcasm is hard to convey in a blog. We see each other just enough to have that little yearn at the end of the day. That feeling that all I want to do is bury my head in his neck, and take a big long whiff of him, because I know it may be days before I smell that smell again. Cigarettes and Old Spice.
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