You see? After swearing never to refer again to a single member subset of the genus canid, I have nothing to blog about. Outside Jed – OOPS! – my life is an arid wasteland of tedium, in no way resembling an enchanted kingdom or even an interesting and/or action packed environment.
The other day, Husband abandoned me again to return to Dubai. I think it is a temporary arrangement, although there is some question over exactly how temporary. We agreed three weeks (i.e. I said, ‘Three weeks is about the maximum I can live without your presence in my life, preferably two’, and Husband didn’t disagree. Admittedly, he said nothing at all apart from ‘What did he say?’ and that was much later and while watching a movie, although still falling within the period of time Husband deems acceptable to respond to a topic of conversation i.e. ten minutes).
To Husband, time is a fairly fluid concept, a handy tool he can apply with discretion to bend and shape a given situation. But I am hopeful there is a high probability I will see my husband again before Christmas 2011.
In the meantime, I am flying down to Oamaru to stay with The Outlaws. I can’t remember whether they invited me, or I invited myself. In any case, the result is much the same.
I have not booked a return flight or alternative means of transport home. It is so completely out of character for me that the flexibility, uncertainty and sheer recklessness of this open arrangement blows my mind when I think about it too hard. I feel intrepid, mysterious, daring and really quite anxious