Return to Singer Island: Midstream report

[muckefuck]

I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad one that every day here leaves me so exhausted that even the thought of posting an entry seems too demanding. I'm calling this vacation a success, even if monshu hasn't gotten as much out of it as I hoped. But tonight we were able to go out to dinner with just my sister and her husband. Only after eating did it occur to me that this is the first time this has ever happened. Even before they all first met, they had an infant son--a circumstance which has persisted ever since.

Just the last night, I was telling them both what a different person my boyfriend is when you get to interact with him intimately. Whenever the shrieking starts, he just goes mute. And with a fireteam of young children around, it seldom stops. (Though if I'm totally honest, it isn't just the kids who are to blame.) Today he endured twenty minutes or so at brunch (despite my offer to ferry him pancakes) and then we escaped for the rest of the day. Taking my younger brother to the airport gave him, my stepmother, and me a chance to hang out on Las Olas Boulevard for an afternoon. It was oppressively hot, the art was ticky-tacky, and the coffee culture was--to quote the smoking businessman we asked for directions--"minimal". But whatever; the point of the day was spending time together and we spent it.

Tomorrow looks to be an unstructured day. Here's hoping there are more opportunities for others I love to get more than a glimpse of what makes the love of my life so lovable to live with.

Comments

[mlr.livejournal.com]

You know, I really don't know you too well. I'm just starting to get to know you. I have just noticed before that in the middle of what would be hysteria - no matter who or what the source - you can be rather judicious.

To write such an unselfish post in the midst of your own vacation is remarkable.

I hope you have a wonderful day today!