I haven’t posted on this blog for quite some time, and for that I apologize. It was never my intention to stay away for so long, but, here you have it, I did. And I am not sure why, other than the fact that I just did not have a burning need to post. In fact, after my last post, I was disgusted by the idea of posting anything else. I sat here, in my living room, and tried to write something that I thought someone other than myself might find interesting, and I just could not do it. I would write, read, and then delete, and try to write again. But, nothing. Nothing.
What could I say? I asked myself that for a long time. To be honest, I never thought I would write in this blog again. I decided that I would just say to hell with it, and let it rot. I felt like this after my grandmother died, and she had died very soon after my other grandmother died. To be honest, after this, I was in a bad place for a while, and I didn’t really want to talk to you guys. I didn’t really want to talk to anybody.
And yet, here I am again. I do not know why. Had you asked me this morning if I would be posting another blog entry, I would have said no. But, as you can see, here I am again.
Have you ever felt that you miss someone so much that it hurts, it actually causes you pain? Yes or no? Me, I would say yes. I miss Mimi, my grandmother, so much sometimes that it hurts me to think about her not being here any more. It hurts me so much I don’t want to talk to anyone, or be around anyone. And I certainly do not want to write in this stupid blog.
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I’ve met someone, though we met a while ago. That doesn’t make much sense, so I will explain. She lived in Seattle, and I went to Seattle for business, a couple of times. I met here there. Funny thing is, she is in Europe now, working for the Peace Corps, and we have recently become reacquainted. And. And. And. She is as lovely as I remember her being, and as smart and as witty and as compassionate. She may read this blog, so I will keep it toned down, but she is something special, I mean really special. All of my friends should look at their wives or girlfriends and weep because they are not she.
Yeah, I mean that. I mean exactly that.
Her name is Monica, and how lovely a name have you ever heard?
2 Comments
June 17, 2008 at 3:20 am
We need talk…
July 17, 2008 at 11:56 am
I came across your second post when I was looking up information on Mons.
We will be here for 3 months and your blog had me reading right to this last post.
I dont even know you but I understand your frustrations about the French and not being able to talk to anyone and all that.
I wish you luck in the future!
Debbie