I find myself with some unexpected time to write so here I am. The only problem is my thoughts are colliding in my head, I really hate when that happens.
Musicman has been doing a little better each day. We have had a minor complication with some of the meds affecting his transplant and the beginning stage of possible rejection. Musicman has been very stable with no signs what so ever of rejection for the last 12 years. We have made the necessary changes to treat it and it should be just a minor blip for him.
Our daughter told me this morning that she is seriously considering leaving her boyfriend of 5 1/2 years. She is planning on moving back in with us. I am so ambivalent on so many levels with this.
Musicman and I had a wonderful interlude the other evening, some things have really stuck with me that I wanted to write about. But everything is colliding in my head.
It feels like I am chasing something and I just can't quite reach it. I probably need to to just relax and let it come to me, but I'm not so good at that.
I had the unique experience today of seeing Musicman with his work peers. We needed to go out and take care of stuff for his job and he isn't driving yet, so I played chaffeur. He is very good at what he does, he is well respected and well liked. It was very interesting just standing back, watching and listening to everyone. He works with a crew of about 25 men. Lots of testosterone.
One of my favorite hobbies is people watching, I could just sit and watch and observe for hours. I am also especially attracted to men who work with there hands, I found myself looking at all their hands. I have only been to his work place once prior to today and while I know of these men from my husband talking about his day at work I have never met most of them. It was interesting and another thought just kinda aimlessly bouncing around in my head.
So many things, they feel like different movie reels all running at the same time and I can't focus on any one thing. Oh well, I guess I'll just keep letting them run, eventually something will emerge.