I bring you greeting from my second home--my desk. The picture is of my computer and my muse, Bonnie the Bunny, who watches as I write my stories. There is one of several mugs of pens on my desk along with the candy cup and a picture of my little guy, JJ. This is where I spend most of my 50 plus hours each week. I love my little world.
Writing has always been a passion of mind. I have tried to write some fiction and some really bad poetry. The things I have done to woo guys. It was bad. Anyway, I have found my calling in being a reporter. I love being able to tell someone’s story. To them, it may not be important but to me it is.
On Tuesday, I did an interview that warmed my heart and delayed dinner by an hour. I met a Swedish man who is bicycling all over Europe and the United States. And with him is the ashes of 12-year-old boy. The boy’s wish was have his ashes scattered all over the world and Anders is fulfilling the request. I had a chance to see the ashes scattered here in RR. To some, it may not be a big deal but to me it was special.
There are days I want to have some kind of life changing experience or adventure. Then I realize I am doing it every day. For almost a year, I have lived here away from my son, my mom and friends. And even though I missed my son like crazy, I feel more at home here than I did there. I don’t know how long I will end up being here but for now I like it. Everyday is different with different stories and people. And occasionally I meet people like Anders who are passing through.
I literally have not spoke to my husband in a month. It started with him sending snitty text messages to me right before I got really sick. So I have just been texting him. It was rough trying to work and be sick without dealing with him. So I haven’t said a word to him out loud. Which also means I haven’t spoke to JJ. In order to speak to JJ, I have to speak to his daddy. There were days I could barely breath or stay awake because I so exhausted so I didn’t speak. I figured he got the money so leave me the hell alone.
Well, I am going to have to speak to him. And I dread it. I just don’t feel like talking to him. I’ll be polite but I really just want to talk to my son. My mom has her final chemo session on Tuesday. After some recuperation, she will have a round of tests to find out her next step. I didn't have the heart to tell her that her doctor does not feel comfortable with me being around her yet. This sucks but I don't want to be the reason she gets sick. So I stay here for a little while longer.
1. Bonnie the Bunny is a great muse. For some reason she always agrees with me.
2. Meeting Anders.
3. Looking forward to doing absolutely nothing tonight. Hopefully!