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Tourist attractions
11:16 pm | 0 | Shorts | Conversations, Places, The Man
Recently got this email from my number one husband:
Here’s to hoping the next seven days fly by…
Soul Weekenders
9:14 am | 1 | Video | Listening, Watching
Northern Soul in the UK.
Ma belle
10:55 pm | 7 | Blog | Girly, Places
Did you know that some Canadians, when they are traveling overseas, prominently display maple leaf icons and Canadian flags so that they do not get mistaken for USians*?
Somehow a few years ago I came into the possession of two tiny Canadian flag lapel pins. C and I have joked about wearing them while we’re in Europe next month.
But as disappointed as I have been in the regime of the past 8 years, I still love the United States and everything it idealistically stands for, and the thought of masquerading as someone else’s citizen doesn’t sit well with me.
Then C (voice of reason) had the brilliant idea of wearing Obama pins. We’ve been wanting to find some way to publicly display our support for him at home, and this has the added benefit of announcing to the citizens abroad that we do not support the colossal boob currently in office nor the never-ending war with which McCain seems to be in the midst of a love affair.
Besides, how could I resist this Team Obama button featuring Barack and Michelle knuckling up? Did you see her get teary during her speech this evening? Friggin’ love her.
*I use this term because Canadia is, technically, part of America.
Sixteen days and counting
10:36 am | 0 | Shorts | Conversations, Places, The Man
When I fly to Frankfurt I have to bring both C’s luggage and my luggage with me. This morning he sent me the following email regarding packing:
Weekend reading
11:55 am | 0 | Internerd, Shorts | Reading
Weekend reading assignment: Flying Saucers Rock ‘n’ Roll by Patti Smith.
So so glad to be back in Houst…
9:21 pm | 1 | Shorts | Houston
So so glad to be back in Houston. The air outside smells and feels amazing. Time for nachos, comfort food.
Hmm. Should I go to the tequil…
Hmm. Should I go to the tequila museum, or the most haunted house in America? Or both, in that order?
Sandy ego
2:31 am | 5 | Blog | Friends, Places, Reading
First, you should go to Eyeshot and read this wonderful short story by my friend, Megan Tria Andrews.
I haven’t seen Megan in, what, six years, but she lives in San Diego and that is where I will be for the next five days. I hope I can see her. I have many friends and family in California but most of them are far away from San Diego.
I am going to San Diego to attend Tiki Oasis. I am going because I have thousands of frequent flier miles to use and friends to see and also I need to find some way to burn up the four weeks between right now and my reunion with my husband in Germany.
I’ve never been to San Diego, or that far in south in California before. I am planning to eat at taco trucks for every meal. The weather there is supposed to be 75 degrees every day. That astounds and confuses me. It’s been so hot in Houston for so long that I have no idea what 75 degrees feels like. I have no idea what to pack (and I’m supposed to be leaving in seven hours. I should be sleeping). Seventy-five degrees sounds awfully cold to me. Seventy-five degrees sounds like winter!
Never tear us apart
11:35 pm | 1 | Blog | Girly, The Man
C left yesterday for what is supposed to be his last regular trip overseas. This is the sound of me crossing my fingers.
At the start of the year we were eager to undertake this experiment, to live the life of vagabonds, to willingly separate ourselves for the sake of having more time together, and on the surface I would say the experiment worked. This has, after all, been a epic summer for travel: scooter rallies, road trips, overnight motorcycle rides. It may seem glamorous — I had a friend say Saturday “You’re going out of town again?” but the truth is that I have spent more time alone in the past 8 months than I have in the five years previous and when my husband is gone I miss him so much I can not sleep at night.
When he’s home we never fight because there’s not enough time to fight and make up for the previous 30 days. We sleep late and stay up late and eat out too much and struggle to fit everything else in to the allotted time.
But when he’s away I can barely hear his voice over IP without breaking into tears. I have to make notes about all the things I want to share with him because I’m afraid I’ll forget to tell him. We have to schedule sessions because his workdays are 12-hour shifts and he’s 6 timezones away.
What made it particularly heartbreaking yesterday is that this last time home has been one of the funnest so far. I really did not want to tell him goodbye. In the morning I said to him “I’m not ready for you to leave yet.” In the afternoon, as he walked into the airport terminal and I moved into the driver’s seat I rolled down the window and yelled to him at the top of my lungs “I love you.”
Wednesday I am flying to California for a week. And in a month, instead of me picking him up at the airport here in Houston, he will be picking me up at the airport in Frankfurt, Germany. To celebrate the end of the Living Apart Experiment we will spend three weeks traveling Europe. Together.
Eternal Sunshine
11:17 pm | 0 | Internerd, Shorts | Reading
Nick at Square America (who has a new book of snapshots out) posts excerpts from a series of vintage photos albums in which all evidence of former loves has been imperfectly, and often violently, erased.