Yesterday was a communications heaven, as I reconnected with two friends: one not so far gone, the other I thought was dead & buried as far as communication goes.
I've had many different friends over the years, only to lose them due to different circumstances. Sheila, for one, I thought had dropped off the map as I hadn't heard from her in nearly two weeks. Yet, she finally called me yesterday, saying she didn't know the internet in my house was back on. We chatted the afternoon away and it was nice to have cyber-company.
The second case, I can thank myspace for. It's enabled me to have a re-evolution of sorts, as I've connected back with former co-workers, the most notable of which is Laura. She lived in Providence in 2005 when I was debating about moving there to start a new life. As I didn't have all my marbles at the time, that visit turned out to be less than ideal and we stopped talking for that reason, most likely.
I saw her myspace page two days ago and was tempted the entire time to place a friends request. It took some coaching by my other friend, but I nervously typed in the request. The result wasn't too long in coming, and resulted in a nice e-mail, and a good hour-long conversation on the phone, where we reconnected as if nothing ever happened.
This bodes well. Sometimes, I'll get into a phase where I want to rediscover the past and reconnect. This usually dies before the first action is taken. Why am I so longing for the past at times? They were happier times by far. Now, I finally got a chance to see that the process does work on occassion, and I couldn't be happier.
I only wish I could take the last two years back. But they can't take the subsequent years from me, as I will strive to prove. I've got control of the situation now, and "burps" like the one two years will not happen again as long as I maintain that control.
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Steve is due to come back today, so we think. That nasty weather I spoke of earlier is causing havoc with flight schedules at the airport. It has gotten lonely in the house at times over the past two weeks, but not so desperate that I would welcome his company full-time again. As long as he meets his financial committments, he can be anywhere in the world he wants to be. I've carried on solo many times before, and sometimes that can be a good feeling.
One ground rule to be laid out: He has to become a better housekeeper. If his fiancee moves in with us, she comes with the title of "neat-nik"; she hates things messy & out of place. I do my part the best I can, and I'm sure she'll like that. But if he doesn't change things, she may see that side of him that I know, but that she won't accept. I only suggest that to him in hopes of avoiding confrontation with her later on. If he loves her, I think he'll make the change.
Boy, I wish I could reschedule my therapy for tomorrow. Those roads & sidewalks look too impassable for me to walk on today.
