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January
26, 2004
Well - so much for drawing body parts tonight. Not a
chance! Baby! It's COLD out there. i am now
officially looking like a total drudge in the warmest
clothes i could find within inches of my bare body and
groping hands. So the panty hose stayed on, and purple
socks with rubber soles over that, then REALLY ugly grey
pj's, topped with a fuzzy beige-ish/brown-ish
sweater. At least i think that's the colour it
is. Lord only knows for real.
But i did manage to sneak out of work early and get home -
and hang out with Himself for a bit. Whereupon we
indulged in hot tea and shortbread cookies and have been
futzing on the computers. (Yes i ate some carbs.)
Nice down time though! In spite of the fact that the
corporate higher-ups said they weren't sending anyone home
early. Heh. They were a little late - half the
company had already left - apparently we were all willing
to commit mutiny and let the captains sink with the ship.
Hey, a blizzard is a blizzard!
So in a few short weeks, the 4th anniversary of Himself
collaring me arrives. And this year we can't do our
traditional little sushi
restaurant with the funky slippers thing.
And i admit i'm not terribly happy about that. But
the day falls on the same day as my art lesson, and
Himself doesn't want me missing any of the lessons.
He grumbled something about it costing money and that i
should spend it wisely and yadda yadda. But i know
His secret - He likes the fact that i'm sticking with this
and getting tons of enjoyment from it. Not to
mention the fact that while i'm zenning out on the right
side of my brain, He gets to read or nap.
But all kidding aside, He really is supportive of all
these little endeavors i try. And that's so
refreshing after having no support as a kid, and little
interest from mates going forward. So to actually be given
the time to explore, even if i never get to be a pro at
the painting or drawing, and to have the support from Him,
sometimes overwhelms me. Sometimes i feel
guilty about spending the money when all we may end up
with is a gazillion canvasses shoved under the bed (minus
the ones i subject my family too of course *g*) And
sometimes i feel a bit of (self) pressure to perform - but
perhaps that's not entirely bad, as it helps push me to
keep trying.
Most of the time i just feel awed that He's that
supportive.
So i guess this year we will need to either celebrate our
anniversary the day before, or the day after. And
for me, part of the celebration will be a reflection of
who we are and what we've done together.
And where we want to be when we are eighty.
i'm such a girl. :-)
PS
- and now i said to Himself; "Do i have time to paint
for a bit?" And He says,
"Sure." Hmmm. Pretty agreeable
mood. So then i say; "Do you want to go
play?" And He says; "Sure." Ack.
There's a blizzard and a drafty house happening
here. i respond; "You want to get naked in this
cold??" And He laughs. "I'm not the
one that'll be naked."
If i sit veryyyyyyyy quietly, maybe He'll skip the freeze
the butt idea. Sheesh!
 
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