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muckefuckWe met the new neighbour last night and I am smitten. Monshu jokingly named "football player gone to seed" as his ex G's type and I told him that's mine as well. Well, your man used to play in college, thirty years ago. But I like him smart and sensitive as well, and he went back to school to become a licenced social worker in clinical psychology so be still my heart.
He seemed very open as we chatted across the gaps between the decks but I do have to wonder if there's a little something more to his situation. The condo seller told us the buyers were a married couple, but he's the only one who's moved in. He said that his wife didn't want to leave her job in Cincy so they're "trying something new for a year". Kinda sounds to me like a trial separation after the kids have finally left home, but I could be reading too much into it.
Afterwards I had a good chat with Mom. I tried to feel her out about any trips she wants to take and she surprised me by saying she's never done Canada and wouldn't mind visiting Toronto.nitouche is trying to get me up there for a visit anyway so that might all work out. For her part, she tried to feel me out about where I am with Dad dying. (He had a series of unexplained falls that saw him hospitalised with a possible stroke.)
I'm sure I write more about this, but the upshot is that I don't really feel I have any unfinished business with him. It'll be shocking and awful when he finally goes and I don't think there's any real way to prepare for that. But with his memory so shot, it's not like we could do much to resolve old hurts anyhow. He's the person he is--loving and generous, but also insecure and self-centred--and that's okay. I've been thinking a lot lately about giving him a call, but there's a reason why I haven't.
Speaking of resolution, I felt good the other day about helping to heal two minor rifts. A friend mentioned in passing that a mutual had blocked him on social media. It seemed odd to me so I asked about it; apparently it was all a misunderstanding and they've reconnected. I also finally heard back from an old friend I'd messaged out of the blue on FB, which she never checks. We talked about how much we missed each other and would like to get together again, and she asked about my brother. She wants to send him a letter of apology for losing touch, which gave me an excuse to ask him for his new address.
It's the season for reconnecting: Everyone in Chicago is finally out of their caves and ready to see and be seen. I sometimes worry that I'm accepting too many invites, potentially leaving myself too frazzled, but it beats the alternative.
He seemed very open as we chatted across the gaps between the decks but I do have to wonder if there's a little something more to his situation. The condo seller told us the buyers were a married couple, but he's the only one who's moved in. He said that his wife didn't want to leave her job in Cincy so they're "trying something new for a year". Kinda sounds to me like a trial separation after the kids have finally left home, but I could be reading too much into it.
Afterwards I had a good chat with Mom. I tried to feel her out about any trips she wants to take and she surprised me by saying she's never done Canada and wouldn't mind visiting Toronto.
nitouche is trying to get me up there for a visit anyway so that might all work out. For her part, she tried to feel me out about where I am with Dad dying. (He had a series of unexplained falls that saw him hospitalised with a possible stroke.)I'm sure I write more about this, but the upshot is that I don't really feel I have any unfinished business with him. It'll be shocking and awful when he finally goes and I don't think there's any real way to prepare for that. But with his memory so shot, it's not like we could do much to resolve old hurts anyhow. He's the person he is--loving and generous, but also insecure and self-centred--and that's okay. I've been thinking a lot lately about giving him a call, but there's a reason why I haven't.
Speaking of resolution, I felt good the other day about helping to heal two minor rifts. A friend mentioned in passing that a mutual had blocked him on social media. It seemed odd to me so I asked about it; apparently it was all a misunderstanding and they've reconnected. I also finally heard back from an old friend I'd messaged out of the blue on FB, which she never checks. We talked about how much we missed each other and would like to get together again, and she asked about my brother. She wants to send him a letter of apology for losing touch, which gave me an excuse to ask him for his new address.
It's the season for reconnecting: Everyone in Chicago is finally out of their caves and ready to see and be seen. I sometimes worry that I'm accepting too many invites, potentially leaving myself too frazzled, but it beats the alternative.