I'm a total traveler worrier. Mostly about Bob. We have a whole text when getting on the plane, text when landed thing that works.
I was watching a procedural the other day where the cops thought it was fishy the disappearance of a travelling spouse hadn't been reported earlier. But apparently they'd parted on bad terms, which was why they'd gone three days without talking.
Whuh-huh? I know my father was a professional traveller, but come on! We don't check in that often when we travel, and my parents check in with each other less. Don't be ridic.
However, lisah--the reason I quoted you was--you chose to worry about Bob. I mean, this is relatively recent for you, but no less important for you. Isn't that a bit weird? And cool--cool and weird. That at one point, you didn't know this guy, and at another point maybe you knew him but der, he could travel for ages who gives a fuck??? But now he's an intrinsic part of your life, dammit, and it's important that you are assured pf his safety and such, because it's a priority of yours.
Life changes. And you can't predict shit. "Don't go on a first date on Valentine's Day, bon!" "Sure I can temporarily do another martial art to get in shape for capoeira!" "It's okay that you're vanilla, Teppy!"
You just don't really know. Which is why if you're
sure
right now that your life is going to be some way, including that you're going to be alone, miserable, poor or whatever--sure, maybe you will. But stuff you wouldn't have predicted keeps happening, so don't get too caught up in prognostication.
I am in awe, tommyrot. That's an impressive to-do list to have all done. I bet your place looks spiff!
Matilda update of the day: This morning the mother of one of her classmates, a boy named Isaiah, sidled up to me and whispered, "I just thought you should know that Matilda's going to be getting a present today from Isaiah. He stayed up late last night and then got up at six this morning working on it. He just thinks she's the greatest thing since sliced bread, and he wanted to make her something for the end of the year. So... just to let you know. It's very heartfelt."
And a little while ago she came home with the gift, and it is KILLING ME.
Its contents include: a little cardboard box decorated with star stickers and a hand-drawn whale bouncing out of a polka-dotted wave, and pictures of flowers and leaves glued to the inside of the lid, and inside the box are Things Matilda Likes: shiny beads; smooth stones; a little fabric case with a bracelet inside with an iridescent beetle encased in Lucite; pointy twigs; a dried flower; a piece of tissue paper; a tiny wood chip that Isaiah scribbled all over with a blue ballpoint. And a note that says, "Dear Matilda, Have a really great Summer and see you next year! Love Isaiah."
It's exactly like the little box of rustic treasures in The Littlest Angel. All it needs is an old dog collar and a blue-winged butterfly.
That might be the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
Melt.
What was Matilda's response to such a treasure?
I... think she thanked him? I wasn't there, and she doesn't want to talk about it (Emmett teased her about having a crush, and she cried a bit), but she has been opening and closing it and going over all its contents again and again since she got home.
What was Matilda's response to such a treasure?
She told me it "was actually really cool."
So I think she's chuffed.
That's adorable and sweet!
This has been a week from hell, including today's adventure. I left work at 12:20 and drove to Torrance where I got 300 + free books from First Book for my students, which is awesome. Then I drove back to work and unloaded the books. It was a 3 hour round trip. It's beyond awesome to get free books, but today is finals day for most of my classes and I'm just feeling stressed. I also forgot to take Zyrtec and my BP meds, so I'm feeling loopey and stuffed.
Isn't that a bit weird? And cool--cool and weird. That at one point, you didn't know this guy, and at another point maybe you knew him but der, he could travel for ages who gives a fuck??? But now he's an intrinsic part of your life, dammit, and it's important that you are assured pf his safety and such, because it's a priority of yours.
Yeah, true, and it is weird! I have always been a worrier though. He's just the main focus of the worry now! But we do also just like chatting with each other and keeping up-to-date on the goings on and the daily bullshit of life. Like how, right now, he's stuck in Chicago and they keep pushing back the departure time due to the stupid weather.
