I had planned to show Musicman my blog on Monday, but there was a bit of a mix up with one of his meds. He ended up being quite ill and a flurry of phone calls to Doc and trips for tests and to the pharmacy took up most of the day.
I wish I could say I handled it all very well. That would be a lie. I handled the logistics and organizing of everything well, but my inner bitch definitely came out. Poor guy, I can't even let him be sick in peace.
He was feeling much better yesterday and was up and around and taking care of things. While he was busy I wrote him an email with a link to my blog. Musicman does not check his email regularly and if I don't let him know I sent one it could sit for months waiting to be found.
I did eventually tell him I sent one, it took a couple hours, but I did tell him.
He read the email, and then followed the link and read some of the blog. I don't know how much he read because when I asked his response was "enough." Have I mentioned before he is not much of a talker?
Needless to say I was nervous while he was reading, if I had had something to clean to keep myself busy I would have. Instead I sat and watched some TV with all kinds of thoughts running through my head, the most prominent being that he would finally realize that yes, I am crazy.
I have a habit of asking him if he thinks I'm crazy. I asked again when he was done reading, he doesn't. He did say that I was a silly girl, but that I'm his silly girl. To me, at that particular moment, that was the sweetest thing he could have said to me.
About the only other information he volunteered was that we need to find a quieter implement. He does have a way of cutting through all the emotional crap and grasping the important things. That is the one thing about being a guy I envy, well that and the ability to pee standing up, lol.
He is not upset about me writing, which is good to know. I didn't think he would be because he has always been supportive of the things that help me feel better. He did remind me of that.
He laughed when I asked if he liked the name I gave him. I've almost slipped and called him Musicman a few times so at least now if it happens he will know what I mean.
He has said that while he is not particularly interested in participating in the blog he is planning on continuing to read. Though maybe I can get him to help me with some of the tech stuff, he is so much better at it than I am. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "love our lurkers."
Our interlude of time is almost over, he will be going back to work soon. I know he will be happy to get back to work, not because he doesn't like spending time with me, but he's a guy, that's what they do. He works hard to provide for his family and being able to do that is important to him. I understand that and am feeling better prepared for it, though I'm gonna miss him tons.
So if you see a big, dark, kinda imposing guy lurking around, don't be worried give him smile and a wave, it's just Musicman keeping an eye on me.