ImPerceptibility

My youngest is at grandmas and having a blast.  My oldest is in bed – probably listening to her iPod instead of going to sleep.  My husband is in Arizona testing things in the desert.  Good things.  Things that will save lives.  I can’t hold that against him.  I’m finishing up a few things around here and getting ready for a field trip tomorrow.  It’ll be the second of three times I’ll be in Richmond this week.  The first to wave goodbye.  The second to learn about the holocaust and on Thursday the girls and I catch a plane so we can go see a big crack in the ground and some sculptured glass.  Should be fun.  I’m looking forward to it even if it is using up a few of those pennies I’ve been saving.  I’ve been hanging out around this town too much this year.  I’m so sick of looking at it I could scream.  Except when I saw the irises in front of the old stone warehouse.  Those were quite beautiful this afternoon.  I wish I had a picture. 

I’m missing my husband so much this evening.  I’m not sure when I got so used to having him here that it became uncomfortable for him to be away.  I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.  I just know I miss him.  A lot.  It’s funny how our relationship has changed over the past decade or two.  I thought we were in love when we first got married.  The feeling I had for him were so overwhelming and intense.  I loved everything about him.  Now those feelings seem insubstantial.  I don’t love everything about him anymore, I just love him. I’m not sure that makes any sense.  But it’s been a very long day, I didn’t sleep well last night, and I almost burst a blood vessel in my head because a hippie bitch pissed me off.  Under those circumstances I guess I’m allowed to not make any sense. 

Anyway, I won’t be around much for the next few days and I’d say I’ll be thinking of you but I don’t want to lie.  I will catch up with everyone when I get back provided I don’t die from a heat stroke or a scorpion bite.

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