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thirteen august ninety eight four p m
nights together and apart
Two days of extremely hard toil, some of it for me, some of it for my employer.
The love of my life is in some sort of company retreat for two days. However, it won't be overnight ... it's all day today and then again all day tomorrow. With the distances they have to drive (it's out in the nether regions somewhere), one wonders why they didn't just spring for a hotel.
This reminds me that in nearly five years together, we have spent - at most - one or two nights apart from each other. We may not have always been asleep in the same bed, but it was always the same house.
This wasn't really a planned thing. It just happened that way.
When Linda McCartney died, I remember a lot of the obits noted that she and Paul had spent one night apart in all those years together. I'm not sure whether I respect that or not. I think I do. I might as well have one positive thing to say about Linda; one should speak well of the dead.
I confess there are times when I want to go off and be alone, or have the whole bed to myself - it took me a year to get to the point where I could fall asleep in a bed with someone else. My solution to those times is simple. I do it. I take a long walk in the middle of the night, or hide in the back room. She understands.
As for the bed, I can always take a nap in the early evening.
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