Rene is winging her way to Amsterdam as I write, and I am still here in my little red house with the two dogs. I am jealous, although I am very glad for her. I simply could not have made the trip. She is going on a 16 day Sixtieth Anniversary World War II Tour, to the Netherlands, Luxembourg, Germany and France.
I am jealous, but also jumping for joy! Now, don't get me wrong, I love her dearly, but if she never goes away, how can I miss her? And she never goes away! In eleven years, she has gone away without me twice-once on a nun retreat (12 members of her class in the convent got together several years ago for a weekend) and once to a funeral. I have gone away a lot, comparatively, on trainings and to visit my parents and friends.
I am almost dizzy with pleasure at having two weeks to myself! I have plans of doing such exciting things as cleaning the refrigerator, hiring someone to dig out the bathroom, play long and hard on the computer, get used to my new CPAP, and take care of the dogs. It doesn't matter! I will live completely on my own timeframe! I will dine when I want and stay up late and probably be missing her dreadfully by next week.
I probably should explain that she went out of work not long after we met, had four big knee surgeries that were essentially unsuccessful, and was home all the time. I was happy to go to work and come home to her. Then in August of '03, I fell at work and have been out ever since. And in these two years, the house has shrunk quite alarmingly, with two large women and two little dogs filling up every nook and cranny. This week I can stretch out, metaphorically, if not literally, and have the whole place to myself!
Plus we get to be away from each other as I prepare for surgery. This is a good thing because we have been cranky with each other over the stress, and I like having quiet time to think and meditate and organize myself. She returns four days before surgery, and we will be glad to be together again. Still, I would love to be flying with her tonight...