(I could do without the friendliness; he keeps circling around me and then lighting on the monitor screen.)
Moon and I talked a long time by phone and ICQ this weekend. We both are slightly astonished (yet pleased) that we haven’t yet struck a major relationship snag to be worked through. I think it helps that we both know better what we want from this relationship from having been through relationships that had things we didn’t want in them. Moon’s still grieving from her previous breakup, as well, and that’s going to take some time to heal. Fortunately, we have time—there’s no real way we can get together before our weekend date in early September, so there’s no temptation for me to pressure her to “get over it.” (Not that that would be likely to work, and I wouldn’t try it anyway.)
Moon keeps dropping offhand comments, in passing, about how talking with me or thinking of me makes her feel suddenly happy, without warning. I can’t help but feel complimented and honored whenever she says that to me; that kind of remark has been fairly scarce during my life. And really, I feel the same toward her—a passing thought of her can make me smile in the midst of cooking dinner or running the vacuum. Today she told me she was thinking of taking Amtrak from Fort Worth to Austin in September; she fears flying and has a phobia of highway driving after a long-ago car wreck, but loves riding trains. There’s daily service between the cities, and the time is little more (four hours and a quarter) than driving would be (three hours and a half) and the regular one-way fare is $31, less if you can find a promotion. Granted, it takes longer by train than by air, but given the difference in cost and peace of mind I see why she wants it.
The ancient wand teases the sweet football in the best place possible. Fnord.
