Even Women Can Be Cavemen, Sometimes

yes. the move is over but for emptying out the storage thing-a-ma-fred. It's been an interesting almost five months. I'm sure that at some point I'll go into more detail, with pictures. For now, this is what I get to do. Before anything else can happen, I need to update my membership level at flickr so I can take all the photos from the end of April til just the other day and upload them from the computer. All something-hundreds of them are off both my digital camera and my cell phone. The ones from my cell won't have any great quality to them, technically speaking, but it was sanity for me; much needed sanity.

 

over and out

Ever want to talk about something but know that it's not in the realm of what is possible? There are things in that category which fall into the whole just-not-possible sub-category; things like wishing I could talk to my mom right now. Then there are things which fall into the it's-possible-but-not-prudent/productive sub-category; things like wishing I could sit with someone and cry, cry, cry.

 

I've had plenty of time to consider this move, the pros and the cons. Mostly, it comes out even. But truly, it's that I have hope for better things for myself and my family. Knowing that doesn't make me feel better, though. Not in these final days here in Galveston. I'm trying to be as brave and strong and positive as super-humanly possible; I need to do this both for my husband and son as well as for my own sanity.

 

But really, between you and me... I'm scared. I'm sad. I keep looking at things as, "this is the last time I will [fill in the blank] here in this place." But none of that will get me through this stage. It stops me, in fact. It sets me horribly back if I allow it to overcome me.

 

This is all I can allow; this is the most lamenting I can do and still get done what I must.

 

I know this move will bring good things. I KNOW it. But it doesn't stop what naturally will be swirling in my head. The most I can depend on is that the knowing will make this part not as bad as it might have been; that the knowing will be there for me as the light at the end of the tunnel.

 

Right. Back to packing.

Confession is cheaper than therapy.

 

So, I was thinking about this last night: is there a time-limit to how long you can sit in that confessional? Do the priests have to listen to everything? I'd like to know this 'cause if I can just sit in there and pour my heart out.... shoot, I can handle the rest!

5-day Cruise for Two:

                               $1000

Shore Excursion to Chichen-Itza:

                                                $150

Hearing your husband talk about ancient history like a pro:

                                                                                     priceless.

I just watched the ELISSA pull away from the dock on her first sail with guests. There is nothing, repeat: nothing like wathcing her. It's amazing. It's heatwrenching. It's a return to olden days when there was nothing BUT weird-looking telephone pole-like masts filling these piers. I remember my first year here at the museum when it was daysail time. The first time they started that engine up, I got all misty. And that's just the engine. I love sailtrainging Saturdays because more often than not, I get to see them setting a few of the sails. And that's a sight, too.

 

But there is nothing like being aboard when she's sailing. To stand on the fo'c'sl and have dolphins jumping out of the water off the starboard bow... wow.

 

If/when I get a chance to upload the video I took this morning, I will.

Today was a lovely day here in SouthWest Texas. My son and I had a nice lunch with Granzie. We ate outside, it was that nice.

 

We'd had come scrambled egg and multi-grain toast and some sausage for breakfast. Shortly after breakfast, I got a call from my husband telling me that his mom was about to call and ask us if we wanted to go to lunch with her. Sure thing, in the middle of him telling me this, the call waiting on my cell phone told me that is was her calling. I haven't seen her/spent time with *her* in a while now so I was looking forward to it. The weather was nice and she's not scared off by my son's tantrums. So, off to Yaga's we went.

 

I had some breaded zucchini with fresh ranch dressing and a small cup of black bean soup. Benja Benjam just picked at his chicken and fries. He was more interested in running all around the courtyard. Not aproblem until I found out that it wasn't entirely enclosed. D'oh! Anyway, after lunch, we walked across the street to La King's for candy and coffee. I got an amaretto truffle, she a mocha cafe truffle (I think?) and he some mini gummy bears and sweat tart hearts. I got maybe a quarter to a third of my truffle. The boy, in the guise of taking a bite, popped the whole.damn.thing into his mouth. That'll teach me!

 

I'm a grazer, by choice. I like that my son can do it with my sometimes. This evening, we had some strawberries, a granola bar, some ginger snap cookies, green juice (ask me if you really want to know), some breaded peel and eat shrimp... we did okay today.

 

And now it's time for me to go be mommy again. Thank you for listening.

I am one of the fortunate few who can say that I like my job. I like who I work with. I like the people who volunteer to work here. I like getting to meet people from all over the world. I like making people feel welcome.

 

I'm going to miss this place a whole lot when we move. I just keep telling myself that I'll be back. And maybe when I come back, I'll even get to do some sail training. This year, before I leave, I might be lucky enough to get to sail once more. And even though I'd be working while we were sailing, I'd be out there.

 

That's it for now.