A good cry on the train

So.... Joe (how many push ups are you on) Nation

you're gonna lie on the floor, puckup, get one up 9" and win the t-shirt a?

COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!

Me, Dag and Dev gonna take pics then...... right.

Did make me smile...

yep, Dev.... you're in too. The newest A2K challenge... who can blow for longest and keep it up! Of course, we're talking 'tesers!



Dag.... oooh hope the little fella gets better soon gal. Try not to fret girlie. Hope you find a good wig in the morning if the hair has disappeared some more. Think you'd be a riot with a few G&T's girlie!

Well.... it's one of the those after 2am nites... should be heading into zzzzz lala land.



Ha.... so you think a? 9".... we'll see Joe (was that a Nobel or Noble Prize)Nation


Take care love - have a brilliant weekend... catchya later.

Oh... the competition will be after the picnic yeah!

Iz (878th press up and flagging)zie



sheeeesh.... OH MY!





<edit... so should not write at this time of nite>

nah.. who cares <shrugs>

From one hair cutter to another, sometimes with wine and sometimes not, it'll be fine..

Sorry about the boy and the purpura. Will cross fingers. It must be strange for him..

Malted milk balls are dangerous. One can eat them all, all by oneself.

Wow.

Im on page 28. Reading each and every post.

I have an image of your apartment in my mind.

I can see the non fitting couch.

I can see you moving this non fitting couch and discovering the ring of dust bunnies underneath it.

I can see the piles of cat hair in the corners and the tiny pieces of cat littler being found in the carpet.

I can hear the echo of the door shutting behind you when you get home.

I can hear the sobs and see the elation in your laughter.

I can even feel the loneliness.. and yet.. I never opened the thread to even say Hey.

(sigh)

she( can I hug you?) wolf

Line forms to the left.

so ... I was at the mall that has the bulk barn and the dollarama and ... there are malted milk balls, and whoppers and maltesers ... and ... which ones would be best to practice with ?


(not to mention the egg-shaped malted milk thingies leftover from Easteer)

Hey.
Hey, yourself.
Yes to hugs.
But
not the steady, determined, after-church hug.
You know, the one that's firm, strong, sprinkled with sorrow.
No.
The hugs I need at the moment are the kind you see fullbacks give to corner-backs after winning touchdowns. That kind of lifted up, ===shake you until you cry uncle==, yahoo--wahoo== yes Lord!! hug.

The kind where, just after you are released, you stumble three or four steps just to regain your balance, and all the while you are grinning from the effects of the great crush.

Yes. That's the word I was looking for : Crush.

I need to feel the weight of humanity wrapped around me and squeezing the very breath out of me until I say "Ummmff."

Joe(then I will need a nap)Nation

Oh, that's perfect, Joe. That's about the only hug I can deliver. I'm ever so the non-hugger, it almost defines me. But the crushing hug of spontanneity I can provide.

Hey, I have to report, the 3 wine glass haircut looked pretty smashing this morning. very good layering I did...must have been a good wine or something. Since my hair is wavy, after shower it bounced up even higher than when I cut it, and that actually just frames my face..so...good. i guess i will stick to 3 wine glasses haricuts from now on.

btw, very beautiful post, shewolf. i can so identify with it.

3 wineglasses haircuts. Crush hugs. Maltese milk balls blown where? We shall speak of these things for a long time.

In a a very real sense, this is what you have. Dozens of people, keen to see you happy. When you crawl out of that crushing group hug, shout yourself a nap .

Yes. These and many other things for a very long time.
This morning I have about five minutes to say about fifteen minutes of things. First, excellent news regarding self haircut. Men never cut their own hair unless, as mine once was, it's down around their shoulders. (Where is that hippie ID card?) And when they do it's seldom layered, more like lopped. I am saying this because I am on the way to the barber shop on Monday to have all of my head foliage trimmed off. I thought about just shaving my neck and letting it grow out for the winter, but I chickened out.
(Not enough wine apparently.)
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That was one of the moments recently when I realized the difference between living with someone and living alone. The first was when I went into the jon and just stood there peeing with the door open. Shameless. The next was knowing that I had to find my sunglasses on my own. (Not that L would have helped me find them, she always thought my reporting that I was looking for something lost as some sort of news item to read and then forgotten. Me? What is wrong with me? If she told me she was looking for something, I would stop what I was doing and perform a hard target search for it until either we found it or she decided that it must be someplace else. )
Sometimes the echo of the door rings of serenity.
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IZ: I'm running a half marathon this morning. The little hearts (Love Laugh) are pinned to my hat.

Joe(right next to the words "life is good". )Nation

Sweet. Have a good run.

Another half a marathon? Geeze louise, will you ever just sit still?

well, when you come, i can give you a haircut too. Maybe a 4 cosmos haircut, how about that.

Dag(I was never attached to hair much)maraka.

You closed the bathroom door while you lived with your wife? Does everyone do that? Not so much in my house. I think they were mostly a few inches ajar while people were using them. Well, except for when us kids were teenagers, then we closed and locked them.

Good luck Joe

little(he's probably already almost done)k.

I have been told I give fantastic hugs.

Im not that far away...

in fact, just a hop , skip, jump, and a few week jog ! So, get here..

Aren't you out there in Texas somewhere, Wolfie? My son lives in Dallas. I could go out there to visit and drive my rental car to wherever you are, get a hug and then, once my head cleared, head for the airport.
(First though, I would insist you show me the latest photos you have taken. I know I have said this somewhere, I know I have, but --I repeat-- you have the eye.
Shewolfnm, you have the eye.
You have the eye.)

So, I got on the subway at 6:10AM and chunked along down to South Ferry and caught the 7:30 boat over to Staten Island. I ran the 13.1 miles in 2hours14minutes-and 06 seconds which missed a personal best by 45 seconds. BUT it was as fast as I could go today and that is all that mattered to me.

I watched my watch throughout the run. I tried never to think about this thing between L and me but thoughts, you know, they have a certain life. I noted that thinking about L. reduced my pace by about a minute per incident. I became, in my yoga teacher's word, aware. And I ejected any further thoughts as they arrived.
(That was fun)
There were a lot of people there today, but I didn't feel connected to any of them. I met several, I am not shy, well, I am, but I do make a effort. I met two German men who will do the Marathon next year. We talked about the START and how intense it is. I met two Irishmen, living now in the USA, and we talked about the economic future. "Bleak" and I met a vivacious Arab English woman who was with her brother and we talked and talked on the train after the run about marathon and triathlons and where to have dinner tonight.

Louie's or whatever it's called now on the upper West Side.

I had a nap.
L. emailed me. A long email about everything that is going on with her life.
I haven't the slightest interest in replying.
And won't.

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Do people do that? I mean is it just me? I'm serious. Do people have civil relationships with persons who have treated them so badly as to defy description?

Are they mad?

Joe(or am I supposed to be civilized, because I am not.)Nation

Well, yanno Joe, I suspect L's vanity will not allow her to accept that you are beginning to accept. You are supposed to be miserable, pining your life away, miserable, heartbroken, and never enjoying a happy thought or enjoying a single moment. You aren't cooperating, see? Many pages back, several of us knew that. You're beginning to heal, and that's a good thing. But it violates her vanity.

Hi Joe(expect to travel to TX)Nation, If you can wait till next year, we can make it a real shin ding in Houston or Austin(also where shewolf lives). My calender is pretty much open right now, and was planning a visit to our son in Austin in conjunction with a a2k gathering. How about it?

Hey Joe (live, laugh) Nation

I wanted to show you a video... can't upload it tho... maybe tomorrow...

you did so well running... you are doing so well stepping forward... good on you.

Bought a box of 'tesers day... mmmm mmmm good!

Thinking of you -

Iz (...) zie x

Aware -- a good word for it.

I bet those thoughts slow you down in other circumstances, too. So jettison 'em.

No, Joe. I don't know about "people," but I certainly don't do that. How incredibly cruel and self-centered she is! Sheesh!

I think that should cost her...oh, lessee...maybe an extra coupla thousand anyway.

E(even I wasn't THAT stupid during the negotiation phase)va