W arrived home yesterday from his long sojourn in Ontario. He was gone for almost six months! We have a lot to catch up on. You forget how different communication can be when it’s face to face, as compared to flat words on a screen when you’re texting. Even talking on the phone, although better, can be hit and miss. There’s all those facial expressions and hand gestures and subtle body language clues you can’t see that fill in a lot of blanks and missing parts.
We went out for dinner because we’re both sick of cooking for ourselves. (Has it really been months and months since I went out to eat? I think it has!) Then we shared some Dona Paula Malbec when we got home. Stayed up way too late. I’m not used to the satellite radio being on 24/7 but something tells me I’m going to have to incorporate that into my previously quiet life alone. As long as I can sneak in a lot of jazz stations, we should be okay.
We are ‘inheriting’ the Encyclopaedia Britannica that W’s parents have had for 50 odd years – I am SO excited, although all he was able to bring back with him this time were the Book of the Year volumes from 1962 through to 1978. Seventeen volumes of the back drop history of our lives. Since I didn’t pay much attention to it while it was happening, I expect to learn a lot of new and amazing things.
But before I can get to that, there’s work. I’ve been joking that now it’s MY turn to take a six-month leave of absence. Maybe I’m not really kidding about that – the idea has a lot of appeal.
Anyway, it’s nice to have my main source of inspiration for sarcastic complaining back home safe and sound.