It's been a week of coming back, of coming back from a dormancy, a gathering of clouds and energy for one storm so I could settle into something that better matches who I am.
I shared a bottle and a half of wine with a friend on Wednesday night and it was more than I should have drunk but just what I needed to do. We didn't talk about anything important--trivia, literally, we talked about trivia, and it made me realize how long it's been since I spent time with any friend, just talking. And drinking wine. It's not the wine, although I found myself saying things to him that, not that I wouldn't have said, not that I would have kept them private, but I would have thought not to say them because they weren't important. Goodness I'm so done with important talk. But it's not the wine. It's the table and the focus and having the moment knowing I'm probably stealing time but enjoying the time where it is so much that I don't care.
So I walked into Zelda's house this afternoon and demanded we get a mah jongg night together. I talk to Zelda, usually in bursts of "CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED??" lately, and I'm tired of that too. I'm tired of the drama I've been living in. I just want to play mah jongg and have a glass of wine and talk about trivial things.
I got a letter from my oldest friend today. She had a tubal pregnancy. That is pregnancy #6, with 4 living children, the oldest is Fiona's age. But then I reread the date--it was her Christmas letter--and realized I'd already cried for this one. Her handwritten letter further explained that I already knew that information. I still cried all over again.
I looked at the 1940 census and I have to get the end of that story before I tell it. But I'm excited to say it once I can.
I think in the end, I'm an extrovert, and I had to sequester myself out of the desperate need to control or prepare or not be absolutely insufferable all this past fall, and it wasn't until I broke up with school (it was like a break up, too, it was uncomfortably intimate) that I realized I could, in a sense, start dating again.