Ray left yesterday. First we went to the Winter Market (with
Molli, but T stayed home). We walked a ways to get to the Community Center.
There were lots of great apples, carrots, and greens. Treated myself to a pain
au chocolat, one of my few vices. They had Nicaraguan coffee for Ray. We walked
back, put things away. Ray showered and finished packing. He is leaving most
things here. He flew on Spirit Airlines, only $50, nonstop to ATL, and it was
fine. He would have had to pay for any luggage, even a carryon, but his
backpack was okay. If he wanted something to eat or drink, he would buy it. If
he wanted a certain seat, he would pay extra. He said it was crowded, but
definitely worth the savings.
I went with him to the airport, a fairly long trip on the
Red Line to the Silver Line. They were doing some work (often true on weekends)
and we had to take a bus from one part of the Red Line to the other part, which
made it even longer than usual. When we got there, it was about time for Ray to
go through security, so I waved and turned around to make the trip back. It
wasn’t that I really had anything else to do, so I just went with it.
At home, I tidied a little and eventually wandered over to
Molli’s, where she was trying to get work done. I don’t have internet at my
apartment, so I took advantage of hers, bringing my laptop with me. She made a
beef stew, although it was a little late by the time it was ready. I have the
table in my apartment, so we had to improvise a little, using a desk chair that
could rise almost to the level of the kitchen counter, where the two of them
usually eat on stools. The new bookcases and dresser look nice in the
apartment, although there are still some things to put away, and she doesn’t
really have time for that.
I watched a little TV and came home. Although I miss Ray,
there is a certain pleasure in having the place to myself. I puttered a little
and went to bed with a good book…unfortunately, although I was asleep by 10:30,
I woke again before 2 and finished my book without going back to sleep, maybe dozing
a little toward morning after I finished it. Anxiety about going back to work
tomorrow? Missing my husband? Who knows? Sometimes I don’t sleep and that’s
okay. It was a good book, the Last Runaway by Tracy Chevalier, and I had a good
cry at one point.
Today, I feel like crap, but that will pass. I had intended
to go to church this morning, my one social activity outside of Molli’s life,
but she called to tell me Tamara was competing in a swim meet. She has practice
every Sunday morning, but this time there was some sort of community meet and
she was asked to compete. It was her first time ever, although she has been
practicing for a month or so. She did not win any events, but seemed pretty
happy afterward.
They came back to my house and ate pancakes. I had mixed
them up earlier, but we stopped and got blueberries at the convenience store.
$8 for 10 oz frozen berries! They did taste good.
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