Dear Universe, I know you hear me.
Holiday Monday for Canada/US. quiet in the email world. quiet on the blogs. It’s a day off from Job #1 for me. Phone won’t ring. and it’s gloriously summery sunny day.
my uncle was in town, passing through from place to place, and had dinner with us last night. after all of his travels i figured he’d want a home-cooked meal, something ‘comforting’. Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, salad (with feta and bacon), and berry coffee cake with a double amount of streusel topping.
He drank 2 glasses of wine. Mr. B and I had none. And guess what? my uncle didn’t even ask why we weren’t drinking. nothing. not a raised eyebrow.
(now, this is a man who’s been like a surrogate father to me, as we lived a long time in the same city and were the only ‘family’ the other had locally. we used to drink a lot. he’s a generous big spender. booze and more booze.)
And … crickets. nothing. not a raised hair on his head, not a scratch of the chin. nothing. And part of me was … disappointed 🙂 It’s so funny but these days i’m waiting for someone key (like a family member) to ask what the fuck is up with me, so that i can spill. You know: “hey there’s a big sober blogging world, and i’ve been doing some classes, and i’ve gotten so much support and learned so much from so many people.”
But i’m happy for my continuing ‘sober’ privacy. I continue to guard this part of my life as ‘mine’, not something i have to explain or even share! But i know that if asked directly, I will spill. Thing is, no one cares! haha. the irony.
and then …
Dear Universe: i know you hear me. I know I fucking asked for a new, top floor apartment with more light and no noisy neighbours. I asked for it as recently as last Thursday, and then on Friday we got our notice from the landlord that he’s selling this apartment and we have 6 months to move. Dear Universe, thanks for hearing me. Really. Thanks for giving me the experience of being here already 5 years so that I can negotiate a new lease with more ease since we’re in the city and can actually see the places in advance (versus last time when we rented this place from ‘back home’).
And Universe, thanks for kicking my ass back to work, I’ve been super slack for months with job #1. I had no real goals. thanks for making a new big apartment that we can afford my new goal.
And Universe? Let me say that i hate moving but i like new beginnings. we wouldn’t have moved unless pushed. Now we’ve been pushed. And really, thanks for that. even if i think i brought this on myself by asking for it, it’s a good thing.
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