Well, it's been about a month and a half since I last wrote here. Things have been pretty hectic, and I'm not really sure how I feel.
D. came home for a couple of weeks. It was wonderful to have him around. He's getting so grown up. He would argue that he IS grown up, but he's not quite there, yet. He's off at his summer job now, at a fabulous place, doing fantastic things, learning and enjoying himself immensely, I'm sure. In fact, he just called as I was writing this, and he is definitely doing well. I'm so proud of him.
The last pieces from the big show came back this week, so my house is full of my work again. I'm gearing up for the trip to Santa Fe, starting to feel anxious about all that needs to get done before I go. But I know I'm going to love it once I get gone.
Feeling a little lonely these days. Not really sure why. Nothing has changed to make me any more lonely than before. I guess maybe it just comes and goes in waves. I'm getting all introspective. I've seen funny things that I wanted to tell someone about, but then remembered that I don't' really have someone that close to share with...I've made some progress on some issues I'm dealing with, and there's no one to notice and appreciate. Sometimes I miss having someone to hang out with......someone who wants to just be with me, who knows me well enough to know my habits and quirks and loves me anyway. Someone who gets me.
So to try to escape these feelings, I'll go out and take some pictures. I'll get on my computer and browse Flickr, or read email...I'll do anything except what I need to be doing.....then, I'll get dressed, put on my happy face, and go to an Artist's reception at the Clinton Library...though, I'm not really feeling it. It's a wonderful accomplishment, but it feels hollow not having someone to share it with. Will the real Mr. Special please hurry up and stand up? This waiting is getting old.
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