14 posts tagged “you me us”
Tita, I'm nearly certain, will actually enjoy a good brushing.
This may sound silly, but she and I used to be much closer. It was just her and me for a while; no other cats, other people were just visitors. But in the time since I took on a roommate (Melizza, then Patrick), we've just grown weary of each other. She requires constant attention that I don't give her enough of. And when I do give her attention, she may very well want to escape my clutches.
A nice little sit-down once a week could be soothing for both of us.
Hey, don't laugh. This is a little creature I took responsibility for, and she deserves to feel loved.
We've only got one planet. We better treat it right.
This one might sound like pure selflessness, but I love the idea of spending a day in the kitchen. Over the last few years, I've even found some pleasure in cleaning all my dishes as I go (it's one of those things my dad prodded me to do when I was a kid at home, but that didn't sink in until I long after I left).
I'm not sure yet what the menu will be. I do know that I'd like to create it, keeping Patrick's tastes in mind of course, but giving him one surprise after another.
And during the intermissions between meals? Wii?
I suppose I have technology to thank for one more way I can prove just how terrible I am at keeping in touch.
But then again, I have it to thank for one more way I can stay connected to my friends and family.
Yeah, I'll go with that one.
Sport does not come naturally to me. Not even sport in a video game. I have always enjoyed watching my brothers and Patrick play. But enough's enough! Time for me to get off my rear and participate in a little healthy competition.
I have my eye on Wii tennis. And forget about it if we get a Wii Fit.
At some point, I was so involved in my family's or friends every days that there was no need to catch up. But now there are entire lives happening that I will know hardly anything about unless I call and ask.
It's still strange to think that those near and dear do not need me there to get from one day to the next. That stories arc completely without me even knowing about them.
But that's what phone calls and letters and e-mails are for.
I can't believe I haven't done this yet. Maybe it's because we talk so much, and when we started dating, saw each other all the time -- at work, on dates, on weekends. There was no time to be apart and feel compelled to draft my thoughts, seal them up and sneak them under his apartment door.
But it's never too late for a love letter.
Patrick has surprised me a dozen time with a dozen roses, for no reason at all. It will be easy to return the favor.
I love giving things. I think it's fun, and fulfilling. But like just about anything these days, it takes reminding for me to do it.
Christian, the youngest Durango, is off to college this fall. Perfect timing! Surely he'll get a box with Ramen Noodles, home-made ginger cookies, maybe a notebook and pencil to write down all his during this very exciting time in his life.
Terrible and nervous socializer. Eternal people-pleaser. Makes for a painful combination when the people-pleaser wants to do for others by cooking, or playing music and serving beer and wine and cheese.
The stress. The decisions that all feel like they could go terribly wrong.
Time to clean the slate and say "I can do it. No big deal. It'd just be two nights in the year, anyway."
And in my fuzzy daydream of these parties, all I can see is a really, really good time.
