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April
15, 2004
Busy week. As per usual, i feel like i'm on the
little wheel that you put in a hamster cage to keep them
amused. Except the stuff that goes on at work isn't
always very amusing. Ah well ... it pays the bills,
i'm still learning and being challenged and who
knows? Maybe they'll get the political stuff sorted
out some day.
Or i'll win the lottery and get to stay home and
paint. Now that would be perfect.
my son scored many brownie points in the flatter-mom
department last night. He actually invited me to
come shopping with him, and help pick out his new curtains
and bedspread. i absolutely love doing that sort of
thing and by the time we were finished, he had living room
curtains, bedroom curtains, and comforter and sheets, all
in coordinating colours. And a happy mom.
Tuesday was a particularly busy day for Himself. And
it really was obvious from His voice when i spoke with Him
before He had to teach His class. So when i got
home, i walked over to the grocery store, bought some
yummy lamb and veggies to compliment, a 'passable' bottle
of Canadian wine (sorry - we are wine snobs), and then
proceeded to make dinner. i think Himself was very
pleased.
i put out the day cuffs beside a small glass of sherry for
Him, and made sure His slippers were in front of His fav
kitchen chair. We have slipped so far out of some of
the routines, that i'm beginning to believe He's really
not all that interested anymore. Yet, our underlying
D/s - or respect or power dynamics or whatever you want to
call it - has not changed. With or without the
rituals - and no matter how much i might miss them -
we seem to follow a pattern that is natural for us.
And i doubt anyone seeing us together, would doubt who is
the natural leader, and who is the follower.
But He did pick up the day cuffs in a way that suggested
that this too was natural and fine. And what was
interesting this time, was that the ebb and flow of our
dinner conversation was not interrupted. Just
enhanced very nicely. my initial worry that He would
merely indulge me and was bored with all this ritual
stuff, was pushed aside just by observing how He responded
to the cuffs being made available, and the ensuing dinner
and conversation.
On a different note, He's a bit disgruntled with me that
the box He's been looking for, for the past two days, He
finally found tonight while i was at art class. It
was in the bathtub. (In the spare bathroom - yes we
shower daily!)
But doesn't everyone store their boxes in a bathtub?
Off to make amends
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