Steve is recovering from some kind of bug. It hit unexpectedly on Easter Sunday. After puking into the toilet (Happy Easter to you too!), there was one very specific course of action. There is only one thing for a sick man to do when he is shivering from chills, fever, body aches and waves of nausea. These specific steps are not to be questioned.
The sick man shuffles over to the TV, and retrieves Star Wars and wordlessly hands it to his wife. He crawls under the bed covers as his wife puts it into the DVD and the sick man watches The Empire Strikes Back. The wife is to watch it with him and stroke his head. I also made chicken soup and jello. Then my body killed the bug dead so that I don’t even get sick. I haven’t been sick in so long I almost WISH I could be sick.
We have accepted an offer on our place! The catch is that we have to wait for their place to sell. So there is still waiting involved and I can’t flip out with excitement about going to live in our new house yet, but we’re a step closer.
We haven’t had to clean for two days and our place has instantly morphed into piles of clutter in every room. I don’t know how we do it, it’s a talent. I’m personally a little proud of it and will leave my dirty dishes in the sink with a feeling of satisfaction. That’s right, can’t make me clean it anytime soon. I don’t have to hide the junk mail under the couch anymore either and it is allowed to spread across countertops with a low sinister chuckle.
I have been running again and as I pass through the village it is the only time I think I will miss this place. While training for the marathon and then the half marathon, I have pounded these roads and hills countless times. I thought hard and ran hard, and pushed my limits. This ties me to this piece of earth in a way more powerful and intimate than any other way. I would not know this area like I do if I had merely driven or walked through it.
Now when I run, I feel the impending move and how it will pull me away from here. I will be in an entirely new community, halfway between Burlington and Saint Albans. When we move, I can’t wait to run these new perimeters of home.
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Mar 29th 2005Uncategorized