Life in Bubbles

I had the most lovely evening last night, lavishing in the jets of a hotel jacuzzi with incandescent bubbles surrounding me (more than I meant) while finishing a book I was reading. I think I spent 4 hours languishing, or as Nikki always says, becoming a raisin in that giant tub. For all of you who are concerned I am working too much- have no fear. I know how to do some self care. That’s the benefit of being childless- there’s more time for self.

I am struggling with how to organize my overall story, so that it has meaning and is not just a jumble of my life. I am lucky to have expert women in my corner who are cheerleaders as well as true scholars to help in this arena. I have pages and pages of story now...can you believe it? But now I need to organize.

This next letter is just the sweetest. My Granddad talks of building a cottage together, perhaps and driving “old” people around. It is so funny because I think of my Granddad as the old person in the story and in reality, he’s my age as he’s writing these letters! There are so many parallels to our lives, just slightly different curtains to the window of our story. Here they are, such the picture of heteronormativity, while I burst through the scene rewriting the script pushing against gender norms and patriarchal ideas. Yet, both of our stories are still about love; sharing a life with someone while trying to make something of the time we have on this earth. Aren’t we all just trying to make the best of what time we have? I seem to have gotten much deeper than I have meant to, possibly the late hour has me introspective. Enjoy your little lives you’ve carved out for yourselves, let each moment be precious.

Look at his little scratchings on the end of the note…so sweet. Writing thank you notes for their wedding and missing his knife and such. What a cutie!