Loner Weekend.

E is up at the Squamish Festival. The work’s not too hard, and tomorrow’s the most ridiculous of all: He’s the roadie in charge of the DJ stage. Since those guys control and tune and set up all their own gear, his entire job will consist of setting out and pulling in power cables.

But if he’s there, I’m down here, and it is so weird not to factor him into the equation of my day. I don’t have to wait for the shower, or hurry out of it. I know Bax is going to get fed as many times as I feed him and can’t gobble everything and pretend to be starving for someone else. If I want to eat steak and potato chips at 9PM and call it dinner, no one else cares or is too hungry to wait.

On the one hand, I love having my own agenda and doing what I want, when I want. On the other hand, I miss E beside me on the couch. I miss discussions about dinner.

Mostly, though, I miss half-waking in the night, and hearing him breathing beside me.

2 Comments to “Loner Weekend.”

  1. By Beth, September 6, 2010 @ 8:24 am

    I totally agree. I have the same “yeah freedom, boo loneliness” feeling when Richard goes off on trips.

  2. By Liz, September 6, 2010 @ 3:50 pm

    It’s weird how our patterns get set without us even realizing, isn’t it?

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