My Labor Day 2018
The weekend was strange. But nice. Nicer than August, for the most part.
Friday, made the trip down to Alison’s family’s home in Jerz to drop the kid off. I was actually fine for most of it.
“Fine” is a relative term.
But I took a wrong turn and somehow ended up right in front of one of the hospitals she had to go to. Then, to leave, passed the very last hotel we stayed at.
God, she was so happy then. She almost glowed.
I cursed for 15 minutes straight. So much so that’d I’d lost my voice.
OK, that wasn’t the nice part.
Me: Do you wanna go to the diner around the way?
Her: I love diners.
On a slightly more upbeat note, the Gymgirl stopped by twice this holiday weekend. If you asked me why she did, I couldn’t tell you. And if you asked me why I saw her, the same.
Gymgirl: Have you seen your big plant?! When was the last time you watered it?!
Me: What day is today?
Her: Friday.
Me: I dunno why I asked what day it was. I have no idea when I did anything beyond taking care of the boy.
We ended up watching the latest Mission Impossible flick and drinking.
In fact, this weekend, I went on a bender of rum that I’ve not done in a while. She did it with me; I may have converted her to be a rum drinker.
Her: I’m going to sleep in the front room.
Me: Sure.
The second time we met up was when I woke up – mostly sober – and was in the mood for some sushi so I put up a random note that if anyone was free they should come join me.
Gymgirl said yes and we had lunch together along with another friend of ours.
I can’t explain that to you either. Not much makes sense.
Me: (puzzled) Did you just give me a bro-shake?
Her: Yes?
Me: Ok then…
Mentioned to some of my friends that I saw her.
Him: I figure you to be more of the: Are we doing this thing? Cause if not, I’m moving on to the next thing, kinda guy.
Me: I usually am. But here, I’m just doing whatever. I’m not asking her for anything and she’s not asking me for anything.
Him: (laughing) So…you’ve officially started 6th grade again.
Me: (sighing)This is so true.
I’d be lying to you if I said it wasn’t was a nice surprise seeing her.
But the only real thing that’s changed is time. And that’s not enough for either of us.
There’s more that happened, both with and without her, but I need to sort it out, like everything else.
She said she missed the boy and I told her that he missed her too. He starts school next week, which is yet another entry I have to sort out in my head.
Only realized after she left that she cleaned the bathroom, made coffee, and folded the clothes. And she watered Harold and all the other plants.
Gotta remind myself that the only thing that’s changed is time.
Location: home, running outta rum again.
Mood: cloudy
Music: Don’t wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it
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