My mother crammed my baby book to overflowing with every single bit of minutiae concerning my growth & development - however one part that made an impression on me was the meaning of my name: “Worthy”. I think it’s been an ongoing battle ever since, although in recent years it’s been more of a battle for simple survival than any real “tests” as far as proving myself…
“All My Husbands”: Peran continues in what I would call his long-term adoption of benign neglect - mostly ignoring me as he does his own things. He acted surprised when he announced he was going into town yesterday afternoon & I said I’d go with him - we then drove in complete silence, even though I joked with him a bit about my music selections (Oscar D'Leon if anyone's interested ;-). He dropped me off at Walmart while he went to the auto parts store…
My “trail husband” Sam was reclusive & withdrawn during our ride yesterday, even though he hugged me & greeted me effusively as he always does… He strode off ahead on long-legged Thunder & was obviously not interested in carrying on a conversation. Any ride is a good ride although I was stiff & sore as I fought an intermittent headache yesterday. (I came home to crash in the recliner for an hour & a half to take a brief nap, which is why I think Peran was surprised when I said I’d go to town with him)
And my Army Guy is lost in the ether - while we routinely have been going three or four days between Telegram messages, it’s been 10 days now & I have to admit I have no idea what’s going on…Is he dead, is he injured, or has he just gotten tired of our little pen-pal relationship?? Let’s face it, it was pretty one-sided because I seemed to be giving him a lot more insight into what makes Val tick then vice-versa. He claimed to be a 56-year-old widower whose wife died of leukemia, but I heard few details as to who’s raising his kids, for instance? He sent me a few scattered pictures of them at various ages…
And in other news, Andy has extended an olive branch (apparently) with a Facebook video which I have not watched yet. I’m gonna let it sit. Overall I’m convinced text messaging is a horrible way to communicate!
Adventures at a distance, eh? I will admit I tried one of those online "matching" services, once upon a time. It had a good marketing campaign/reputation, but I'm just too skeptical/suspicious by nature, I guess.
ReplyDeleteI was swapping messages with one fellow who claimed to be a widower, active in his church, etc. I asked why he wasn't pursuing widows among his own congregation, and that was the end of it... never heard back again!
Oh, well! At least Peran is real, live, and in person for you. My ex, I only hear about third hand, from our mutual son. I do want to know he's OK, mind you, and I miss the parts that were good. I am glad we're both still breathing!
Whelp, I met Peran through what was formerly DFW's premier matchmaking service "Great Expectations" (great name, eh??) but this was old-fashioned paging through catalogs & looking at videos. They did not survive the advent of "digital matchmaking".
DeleteI don't trust online services either - even though Ashley found her middle-school sweetheart who eventually became her husband of 20 yrs on Match.com! Several guys on MFP had messaged me & while I was not interested in anything more than motivational online companionship, I must admit the attention & admiration were appreciated! (Mea culpa)
I only hear about MY ex through the lamentations of my son - I don't even pretend to understand why M has set aside relationships with both his only begotten son as well as the adoptive one??
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