Weekends with B are meaningful - they mean cuddling, coffee, conversation, etc. Weekends also mean several trips to Lowe's (usually three) and tackling one home project after another. Without fail, the end result is stunning. His handiness astounds me.
A few lessons learned:
Yoga breathing helps with things like stripping screws and 1/16th of an inch and counterintuitive wiring.
Shop Vacs can get rid of a lot of bugs in a short amount of time.
Dogs that shed named Mylie are poor substitutes for paint rollers.
Fireflies are intriguing and neon green.
It feels exceptionally gratifying to work hard with someone you love.
Projects on the horizon include replacing four doors upstairs, landscaping the front yard, one kitchen, two bathrooms, and building a chandelier (think: driftwood, thick rope, pulleys, and an antique steel candelabra). As one would guess, more to come.
I love him for his intelligence, his sensitivity, his courage. I love him wholly and unconditionally without reservation. I love him enough to take risks. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.
Yesterday I picked up 12 apple crates from an antique store/farmer's market with big, bookcase-unit plans in mind. All goes well and a photo of the restorative-yet-functional finished product may make an appearance. Let's hope.
It has been a while. With the need to provide a mass update, I return to my space here. In the last month, I have traded, moved, resigned, and fallen, and I could not be happier -
I traded my BlackBerry for an iPhone 4; my swift typing ability went from superhuman to sausage fingers.
I moved from Hoboken to Western New York; the festivals up here are endless.
I resigned from my corporate career in automotive; I work as an assistant director for a yoga studio.
I fell in love with a sweet boy with an unwavering aversion to tomatoes; cooking dinner has become a challenge.
The resigning and falling parts were mutually exclusive yet impeccably timed. And the genuine support offered up from all sides gave me courage and faith. (Ayn Rand helped -
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.)
More to come, as all of a sudden, I have time again.