Saturday night on the couch and I’m about to watch Heartburn, inspired, written and directed by Nora Ephron. I just watched the documentary created by her son as a tribute to her. I remember loving this movie but I don’t think we got to see it together.
Yes, I’m in on the couch on a Saturday night. Stop frowning, it’s okay. I’m not hiding out, just getting used to my own company in this new chapter of my life. It’s not easy you know not having you around, but I’m making the best of the cards I’ve got.
I was out early in the morning for exercise and nutrition with team Bonnie and then I was forced to take on a mobbed Apple store to resolve an issue with my Final Cut software. Two days in a row at Apple on a stool against the back wall. I still love everything Apple. I had a very sweet techie who appreciated the fact that I had the patience not to drive him crazy because he was running late. He resolved my issue in 2 minutes!!!!
A pit stop at Fairway and I had what I needed to cook myself a clean chicken and veggie dinner. Just some chicken breasts in bone stock with my favorite veggies, some fresh garlic and seasonings… and wow, what aromas, what a feast!
I’m just getting used to my own company, folding more activities back into my life to recreate a life of colors. I can’t help wondering what will life be like 6 months from now, a year???? I know, patience, but this is coming from someone who just a few months ago couldn’t imagine spring without you.
Saturday night at home and I’m feeling peaceful even without a social event.
It’s almost good T… even if I can’t have you next to me watching Meryl and Jack Nicholson, young and gorgeous.
I will never stop missing you…never! In fact, just one last thing:
I’m not feeling the devastation from mourning tsunamis but often I’m mildly whacked from moments that interrupt all my good intentions.
I am in my car, driving across the Tappan Zee Bridge and I look to left and think- You will never see this new one complete… You will never see the next Meryl Streep movie. You will never stay up late with me waiting on bated breath for election return…. Never… never… never… I am whacked on a regular basis but breathing helps… deep breathing helps… tears help… and I keep moving…somewhere…