Monday, May 17, 2010

Welcome to Boca

It's 6:30 in the evening and I'm at Starbucks (once again!). Soon, I'll be heading home to have something to eat and check in with the other half, who spent most of today studying. I hope that all this work eventually pays off for him. It would be nice to be financially comfortable but I'd settle for happy. I hope it brings him the satisfaction that he's accomplished quite a bit since we left Orlando. While his education/career seem to be taking off, I've been feeling a little left out. Like my time has come already and there were no takers.

I sit either at home or, as in today, a quiet spot on the campus waiting for John to finish up his studying. Today it's with a tutor and soon we will be leaving for Ft. Lauderdale so that he can finish studying with his lesbian classmate. Most likely, I'll be dumped at Brew and there I will occupy my time until he's finished. Not that I mind too much. It's coffee, treats, new faces and some quality internet time. What's not to love?
I think I have a dentist appointment next week to rip the teeth from my lower jaw. I'm not looking forward to it, however, I've worried about it for so long, I just want it to be over with.

My plan of increasing my writing output has not materialized yet, but I haven't quite given up on it yet. I sense that all the pieces are there, swirling about me and it's just a matter of time until something clicks. I certainly hope so. With John making such progress at school, I've been feeling like the house idiot as of late. Of course, I know the truth and that does comfort me, but I'd like a little more. A little more attention. This is where I start whining and as John says, "Going in circles."  
My success or failure depends on me. If I want to write, then I should just write. 

My father had major surgery on his knees a while back, and while he was in no danger, it did remind me of his and my mother's mortality. I can't imagine them not being here, but then, I never imagined my beloved Mimi not being here either. One more season and it will have been a year. I still miss her and thinking about her still makes me cry. Oh well. 

Waiting

It's an early Saturday evening and while I wait for "he who gets dinner" to wake up from their nap, perhaps it's a good time to catch up. Last night we had our nephew Mikey here for a sleep-over. All was going well until he went to bed and then the trouble started. All he wanted was to go home. I remember seeing him face down on the floor, crying about wanting to go home. John wasn't going to have any of it as he was warned by his brother that there might be a meltdown. Finally, I felt so bad for him that I managed to get him to get into my bed and there we slept for the rest of the night. He's barely six years old and still wears "under-roos" at night because of some accidents. Last night was no surprise. I woke up this morning feeling the distinct sensation of dampness. One thing I have learned was not to give the child any grief for his accident and so I didn't. It was time for some fresh sheets on the bed anyway, I guess.
Later on, we went to a graduation party at some friends of John's from school back in Ft. Lauderdale. I spent most of the afternoon at Brew, which was nice because it had been a while since I had been there.
Today, I was at Starbucks, here in Boca. As far as Starbucks' go, it's not so bad. It's a relatively short walk from home and there's usually always something to see here.

While Others Study...

I sit either at home or, as in today, a quiet spot on the campus waiting for John to finish up his studying. Today it's with a tutor and soon we will be leaving for Ft. Lauderdale so that he can finish studying with his lesbian classmate. Most likely, I'll be dumped at Brew and there I will occupy my time until he's finished. Not that I mind too much. It's coffee, treats, new faces and some quality internet time. What's not to love?
I think I have a dentist appointment next week to rip the teeth from my lower jaw. I'm not looking forward to it, however, I've worried about it for so long, I just want it to be over with.
My plan of increasing my writing output has not materialized yet, but I haven't quite given up on it yet. I sense that all the pieces are there, swirling about me and it's just a matter of time until something clicks. I certainly hope so. With John making such progress at school, I've been feeling like the house idiot as of late. Of course, I know the truth and that does comfort me, but I'd like a little more. A little more attention. This is where I start whining and as John says, "Going in circles."  
My success or failure depends on me. If I want to write, then I should just write. 


My father had major surgery on his knees a while back, and while he was in no danger, it did remind me of his and my mother's mortality. I can't imagine them not being here, but then, I never imagined my beloved Mimi not being here either. One more season and it will have been a year. I still miss her and thinking about her still makes me cry. Oh well.