counting the days

well, as of today it is 18 days at the most until my sweet minnesota man pulls up in my driveway and shouts, "hi honey, i'm home!"

for some reason i am not yet going totally insane with housecleaning et al. if you recall from mid-september (his first visit and our first meeting), it took until the morning of his flight for me to get my ass in gear! (thank goodness, the man isn't picky about housecleaning. needless to say that could have been a deal-breaker!)

it's obvious that my son comes by his procrastinating tendencies very naturally.

i want to sort through all the dreck and extraneous crap in my house and live lighter, throw away the unnecessaries and clean out the closets. my hope is that chris and i will do this together. he has asked for a 'honey-do' list (can you believe this guy?) and i look forward to working with him on homey projects.

meanwhile, my life is quiet. i've had a dearth of private clients, so the dogs and i have been doing the winter thing of early bed, late rise (compared to the summertime wake-up of 5:30, 7:00 feels very late indeed!). it's not too cold, but the light is diminished. as the sun gives less and less light daily, i find myself turning inwards, staying homewards, reading, cooking, baking.

i am so ready to be with chris without conversation--or more precisely, with the sort of conversation conducted without words. the conversation of glances, smiles, twinkles, sly gestures, etc....the fabric of love, the rhythm of bondedness, the energy of growth together.

i left st. paul on 1 november. it has been 6 weeks since we last held each other, gazed into one another's eyes, kissed. it will be 2 and a half more weeks until we get to do any of those things again. my my, i never thought of myself as a patient person--but for the right thing, waiting is worth it.