Email just received from my husband.

"We finally singed the contract with conaculta. The reality of it is so crazy that it has not sinked in yet. There was a lawyer here last night, and while we were signing an almost million dollar contract I saw a dog poop on the crumpled up persian rug."

Antonio and I went out to dinner last night to celebrate our legal-marriage one year anniversary, to the same chichi pub in Harvard Square we went to last year with my dad right after the city hall ceremony. We had lots of good words. Antonio talked about not feeling like the same person he used to, and not liking it. Then I said, 'remember when we ( Read more... )

Oh, I think the no filters thing is rubbing off on me.

Regular customer: "I like my coffee brown and sweet."
Me [pointing to Jahn, half Indian/half Mainer co-worker]: "Just like him."
Jahn: ...
Me: "Was that inappropriate?"
Jahn: "Not yet."

I have to say, it is nice occasionally to hear someone say, over lunch, "Well, I'm sexually attracted to you, and, you're awesome." Aw. I love people with no filters ( Read more... )

Antonio's dad died of pneumonia on Monday. He was 67 and healthy. I don't get it. How can he not be alive? I don't even know how to start to feel, beyond feeling awful for Antonio. His dad was wonderful the first couple times I met him, and took me and Antonio all over the Gulf Coast showing us amazing archaeological sites and to his family place ( Read more... )

Holy crap Antonio just got approved for his greencard!! Fucking finally ( Read more... )

I loved him :( I have five million words to say that all boil down to those three. Fuck ( Read more... )

Is it wrongheaded to try to get back to normal? It's what I've been doing the last week or so, and it doesn't feel right; I have this little empty, meaningless space in me. I mean it's been instinctive; I haven't cried in over a week (wow, that feels a lot longer than it sounds), I think about him less and have been less inclined to indulge my own ( Read more... )

I had two and a half days off in a row for birthday extravaganza, and am now all round and fat with all the lovely food I ate; I may need to live off toast for a few days . First Cara came round after work on Monday; she gave us our very late wedding present of a Polish tea set, and then she and I went to Olecito for snacks and walked around Inman ( Read more... )

On the comical side: while attempting to look ahead instead of backwards for a few minutes, I was messing about on realtor.com (um. long story, will tell later), and every other banner ad that came across or down the side of the screen was for flights to and hotels in Sydney. Okay, seriously - fuck you, expedia/evil internet conspiracy. So maybe I ( Read more... )