So, the Cap'n is here! He arrived nearly a week ago, after a truly harrowing drive up. It's only two hours, but oh man. Of course the car broke down on the way, of course he had to stay overnight for the repair, of course he got into a fight with the operator of the only motel in the area, and of course he ended up sleeping in the freezing dead car all night. Poor, poor, Cap'n.
And we're settling in. It is just so very nice to have him back, and it's beginning to hit us both that he's not leaving again. I'm looking forward to trusting that fact, to watching him and Poopies become best friends, and to getting a break from time to time. I've penciled in a day-long hike on Mother's Day. (You say I should spend Mother's Day with my family? It's a day for MOTHERS. To do what the MOTHERS want to do, fool.) Of course, we're also inevitably delving into the "Oh Christ, you still do that, don't you" territory too, but I think we both have the same goal in mind: harmony.
In some respects I feel like my need for this blog is either disappearing or merely changing. I've extracted a lot of pleasure from doing this, from writing on a regular basis, and I don't want that part to end. But on the other hand, this diary has been like a friend for my lonely self, and now that I'm not so desperately lonely it doesn't seem as necessary. But on the other, other hand, don't I need a creative outlet even more now than before? Because now that I'm living and working (that's 24x7 folks!) in close quarters with the Cap'n and it's really important to have as many "me" things to do? Yes, I think that's true.