the degree to which my mother and i find one another annoying is decreasing as we get older: we are getting more alike in all the best ways, making it very enjoyable to spend time together. this is not a phenomenon to be taken for granted.
a good quality in an ex is that she lets you borrow the car and the dog at a moment’s notice, especially when it’s for an impromptu hiking event to which she is not invited.
i miss the dog. oh gawd, i miss him. i didn’t quite realize how much until we were at the spit and he was running joyously along the beach: my heart just about exploded then, because i still can’t believe he’s not mine, that he’ll never live with me again. having said that, it’s nice not having the responsibility. or the hair.
my apartment is fabulous. i already knew this in some ways, but frankly, so few people have seen it that i’ve had limited opportunity to test the theory in a real-life situations. more people have come by in the past week than in any other time period except during the original occupation of the space, and i suddenly saw it through their eyes. it’s not just the space itself: the excellent friends upstairs and landlady next door are a vital part of the happy package. i think it’s time i have a housewarming. as i leave. ha!
my lover is fabulous. she charmed my mother to no end (not a surprise), and even chauffeured us all over town in a horrid standard transmission car, all the while doped up on painkillers from recent surgery.