In the warm days of summer….

As you can tell, I’m not a committed blogger.  I want to be, it sounds wonderful and all, but the days, they just seem to go by so fast and overall, I’m not an adventurous person, so it doesn’t seem right  to post about the very same day that I had yesterday.   I quite enjoy reading other people’s blogs, but putting my own up….well.  Call me lazy, because that’s about as close as it gets.

So far, we’ve had a great summer.  The kids have spent a lot of time at their dad’s place, in anticipation of next summer’s possible migration to the West Coast.  He is happy about the extra time with them, though not the migration.  They are happy with the extra time with him, though not the migration.

Around the fourth of July, Darren came for a six-day visit.  I wanted a week, but six days, six days was the limit.   We tried to cram as much into those six days between the kids, family time and the holiday and alone time for the two of us.  It is simply never enough time to do all the things we would like to do.   We spent time with my grandmother, just a short visit, because her health doesn’t allow for more, but she apparently thought Darren was the bee’s knees, even though I don’t think he spoke that much at all.  (Maybe that was the reason – he’s already learned when to speak and when not to! Hah! I will pay for that one later.)

We have about a month to go before Darren and I have been ‘dating’ for a year.  It doesn’t really seem that long to me.  We’ve spent most of it alone, in separate nations, every night on this or that chat program, this or that phone number, for hours, talking about just about everything under the sun, but still together and alone at the same time.   It is hard, it is so hard, the distance.   We both despair about it and just keep looking at the future, when the distance won’t be bad or it won’t be there at all.   It can be hard to hold on to that some nights.  After bad days, I just really want him there.

It was pretty bad in December.  I had an incredibly early miscarriage.   I didn’t mention it to almost anyone, though Darren, my mom and a couple other people knew.  It’s not that either of us was ready in that stage of our relationship for that extra bundle of joy, but I was pretty crushed and Darren was much sadder than I thought he would be.   I’m getting old enough now that if I get pregnant, they’ll still consider me a more risky case.  At any rate, it was a sad time.   We got through it.   I have confidence that we’ll get through other traumas and trials.  I mean, if he can get beyond my two children….he can probably get beyond just about anything. 

The summer visit was a good time, all the way through. Darren just about expired one of the days, due to the humidity.  Poor Canadian! Iowa summers aren’t like other summers.  

We are due to go to Seattle in December, but that might be amended to next spring, with Darren coming back to Iowa in November for an American Thanksgiving.  We will see.  Plans are in flux due his job, but my fingers are crossed either way.  I want to go to Seattle at Christmastime, but I’ll take him being home for Thanksgiving.  Because I’ll bet he’d go Black Friday shopping with me, that’s the kind of guy I have.

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