Dear A,
You might remember me as that girl you met in that 24 hour coffee shop back in 2004, back when we were much much skinner. The one you married exactly 10 months ago (high five!). Yes, it's your wife here. Attempting to stay connected to you and keep you connected to the world outside of that pesky kitchen I've have a love hate relationship with the last few years. Or maybe that's just with you (a har har!).
Here's how it works. Every day that you're gone and I only see your unconscious body lightly snoring in the morning light and you only see my unconscious body taking over your side of the bed in the midnight hours, I write you and you write me. No judging my typos and spelling errors btw! We're married sucker. Take me or leave me. I'm un-fixable in that department, so deal.
Moving on...
I've had a trillion thoughts rolling around my head to tell you tonight, but here I am.
Blank.
Instead of me writing you. It's me battling the computer. The blank page. Once again I find myself wishing I had ticker tape flowing from my ears recording my every thought. Something to sift through by candle light. Maybe that's why someone invented Twitter.
(Sigh) I should probably just get over it.
It's the longest day of the year today, which you probably knew. What you didn't know (since you work in a bomb shelter all day) is that the weather is very very applicable. This morning it was cool and musty. This afternoon the sun came out. This evening it was humid as hell and right now the thunder is so loud Honey is hiding under the bed and crying.
Work was fine. Since I know you're totally wondering. I didn't do much, per usual. At least nothing productive really happened, unless you count crashing the department scanner/printer/copier/all-in-one magic machine. Classic Lauren. Mostly I just sat around half managing other people's work. Not exactly sure if that's my job, but I gotta tell you it's totally one of my callings. I'm constantly getting up and talking to Jody about ways to fix things and advance things and questioning why things are flowing the way they do and begging her to just give it all to me so I can revamp everything. Naturally I know when I say things like "Hey are we having a meeting tomorrow?" it sounds more like "Hey slacker, even with the worst manager ever we had weekly meetings! It's 455 and we haven't gotten an invite. Geez you're awful. Can't you do anything right you lazy bum!" buuuut I think she secretly loves all my helpfulness. It does make me feel awful about leaving in a few weeks though.
Well you just walked in. Home early and ruining everything now. Figures.
I'm going to ignore you though and keep typing because hello, the 21st + first day of summer + longest day of the year ='s fate for this creative endeavor!
I pictured you fumbling in the dark towards your computer late at night to read and respond to me OR reading it on your phone while doing inventory OR checking it all out while sitting in the office at work before coming home so you can let it all sink in and create the perfect response for me to read during work. Then I got jealous that you had all the good late night creative juice flowing time for your letters. It was quite the montage floating in my head earlier.
Family dinner went well. Can't say you missed out on anything exciting. Except for Codysaurus's appearance and delicious pork tenderloin and Leah bringing back the cropped top and Bruce Lee's drastic weight loss. Christoph (cousin from Germany) is high fiving Erika in the sky when they switch countries in a few weeks. His 16 and will be staying with Erich and Connie but we'll hopefully be seeing a lot of him. He's already nagged my sister to go to the disco and get drinks.
I've also decided that our future 4 children will be named...Ella Rose, Eberhart, Julian and Archer. Best be getting on that bandwagon because I'm a stubborn lady. Here's a photo of my Onkel Eberhart (http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1335842174750&set=a.1331387103376.41602.1791980318&type=1) As if you could convince me he's not super adorable. Go ahead and try. I'll wait..........
Hmm. I'm betting that link didn't work.
Anyway it's getting ridiculous typing to you as you're laying next to me playing with your new coffee grinder so I'm out. Your lost though. Seems I got over my writers block and have lots of stories. Until tomorrow.
<3 L
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