This is a very strange weekend for me.
Chris headed to Dallas on Thursday, returning late Monday night. So, I’m spending the entire long weekend by myself. Dawne and Danae are doing their thing and Drew’s still in England, slugging away at his final exams.
This is the weekend when our road comes alive with neighbours mowing lawns, opening up their cottages, getting their boats on the water, putting in their gardens, blasting their music and even jumping in the lake…but Chris is missing it all…
…and I’m REALLY missing him.
When it finally dawned on me that I was going to have these four days alone, I decided to create a very busy schedule so the time would fly by. I got up early and headed to the nursery this morning. It took a while to figure out what I needed for my gardens but three flats of mini cascading geraniums, delicate verbenas and happy looking daisies, eight bags of soil, two flower pots and eight little packs of various vegetable seeds later, my car was full and I was on a mission. I managed to get all the soil in my gardens, do some weeding, talk to the passerby neighbours and plant two window sill pots before I resigned to my fatigue – it’s been a hot day. My front gardens will have to wait until tomorrow. I’ve cleaned two bathrooms, completed two hours of editing for a high school student who I tutor, done a couple of loads of laundry, vacuumed and read the Saturday paper.
..and its still only Saturday afternoon. Two and and half more days alone.
I know what Chris would be doing if he was here – putting the water line in, helping plant the vegetable garden and probably getting the boat in the water. Instead, he’s in Dallas, slaving over somebody’s computer. But we’ve been texting…
Can’t wait to get home. I miss you a lot.
I REALLY miss you too. I’m keeping myself busy – even checked the tomato seeds in the boat house – there are little ones sprouting.
Great! Are you going swimming?
No…I’ll wait for you.
Gotta’ swim together, right? 🙂
It’s nice to think and be thought of, isn’t it? It’s so simple yet so profound – knowing that someone is thinking of me as he goes to sleep tonight so many miles away. I couldn’t put it any better than this:
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
~W.S. Merwin, “Separation”