wordsworth

 To share brings intimacy. Not to share brings lonliness.

David: I haven’t shared anything worthy of intimacy with you for years. And, I have been lonely.

As I was thinking about this today a memory came to mind…one worthy of sharing.

Mr. Gaboury had died. I went to see him earlier in the day…he hadn’t wanted visitors…I went anyway. He was very ill and in a whisper he simply said to me…“Go away.” And I did; stunned and sad. Later that day he died. I came home and told you about it…all the details…we were lying in bed and you simply held me while I cried. You didn’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t have done; you didn’t try to explain away Mr. Gaboury’s words…you just held me and let me move through my emotion. You were tender with me and I felt close to you…safe.

Well…it’s late and my eyes are closing.

Tomorrow is a full day. Sue is leaving. Work day is busy. Ellen and I will be going to Band Orientation at WPHS in the evening…so I most likely won’t post again until Friday night or the weekend.

Until then…Jen

Ellen: Michael spent the night last night. He’s sent to bed early – before eight. So, he’s the first one out of bed in the morning. By the time I rolled out of bed at six thirty, he was up, had his bed made, and already winning bonus points on poptropica.com.

poptropica is a single player, on-line game Michael likes. He likes it better than Bud Redhead. He told me it was easier because everything is controlled by the mouse in poptropica while Bud Redhead requires coordinated fast fingers on the arrow keys and the control button. But I think poptropica is more interesting for him, too. There’s a story line to be puzzled together in order to win credits to buy ‘stuff’. So, who knows, maybe that’s another reason he likes it – he can buy ‘stuff’.  Anyway, if you play and get stuck somewhere in the story, you can call your little cousin and get the ‘cheats’ – he knows’em.

Thinking of ya’

Dad