I’m proud of myself. I’ve written or transposed, 62 posts since July of 2019. I had a few false starts, but I’ve been consistent with posting since February. I found my groove. Groovy! 🙂
Once I find my teenage journals, I will add those as well. I started keeping a list of all the things I want to write about:
- When I fell in love with my drum lesson teacher
- Horrible dates – I have about five that are noteworthy
- Mom finding my love letter to a classmate
- My run-away-from-home adventures
- Joyrides in stolen cars with friends
- Love in an elevator (joking – that’s a song)
- Ride alongs with my mom to investigate her cheating bf
- My first time
So … I’m thinking I’m never going to hear from Dog Walker ever again and then I get a text.
Sorry I’ve been MIA … This covid thing is frustrating
Thanks. I’m sure you’re frustrated too + image of his motorcycle
Sweet – I reply to the bike pic and I’m thinking, your feeling are your own, don’t put them on me.
I am not frustrated
He talks about not being able to go outside and the weather – that’s a sure sign it’s over 🙂 AND that explains why he was MIA; he couldn’t go outside!
Every text I get, I think about whether I want to reply – but I don’t want to be that person. I am not a player of games. Although I do love board games, card games and a few video games. Mind games, not so much – they make me feel icky!
We talk here and there throughout the day. I didn’t bother asking him to unpack “This COVID thing is frustrating.” What are you frustrated about? It’s COVID season. Nobody tries to play winter games in the summertime, unless you’re at a year-round ski resort.
Anyway, it goes where it goes.
As I talk less and listen more, I am happy!