You know all those times I secretly wish I could just have a few days all by myself? No, because I probably don’t share that. But I do!
I take Naturalist to Camp tomorrow, she’ll be gone all week.
Hubby’s grandma passed away last week, so he drove to Idaho with Golfer and Sassy…for all week.
My best friend in the whole wide world is moving to Chicago on Tuesday, for forever.
Suddenly, being all alone isn’t sounding so great.
I think it’s made worse by my impending period. I went to Circuit City and started crying in the aisle because Better Midlers ‘The Rose’ came over the speaker. You know the one…
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your soul to blead
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it’s only seed
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun’s love
in the spring
becomes the rose
Dramatic, much?! I was sobbing by the time she got to the breaking heart never learning to dance.
What will I do with myself?! Suggestions (besides cleaning out all the crap in my basement? (Hubby came up with that helpful idea))?