Laughing All The Way

Monday, June 05, 2006

More walking, less bleeding: It is as it should be

Landing in (the place to be named) was a thing. Being the people that we are, both Bruce and I were working like mad in preparation for our time away from our respective offices and by the time I was in his arms, both Bruce and I were hungry and tired. So we ate and slept. Hard. Saturday saw us blinking awake and kind of shyly introducing ourselves to each other.

We filled our days with touristy things and couply things. It was like we were normal. It was nice. Nice seems so bland, I know. I’ve been searching for the right superlatives, but honestly, it was just nice.

The verbal closeness was soon matched by something else. The something else that was a concern (not mine). I tend to live my life worry free. You can’t control so many things so why worry about them. Everything else, just try to mitigate the pain by looking both ways when you cross the street.

Bruce lives life very differently and what ifs everything to death until he’s satisfied that all angles have been appropriately investigated.

Spending the extended time together eased some worried minds (a worried mind that didn’t belong to me) and by the last few days the decisions about a (our) future had been solidified.

We were happy and joyous. We were having our season in the sun. Life was good and fate smiled upon us.

This is where I say: we went to a museum and did errands; we wandered about a chic shopping area, did errands, took a hike (with me wearing heels) without a map or cell phones (do what I say, not what I do); we went into a major metropolitan area a bit north and site saw (including a ferry ride and I LOVE ferry rides); we went to a not so major town and saw some fish in enclosed spaces; we went back to the major metropolitan area and saw some animals in enclosed spaces; we drove much further north to a resort type area where we drank wine and listened to jazz type music (during which time we decided to picnic at a lake at the top of a mountain) and everything was very relaxing.

Until I fell down the mountain. And bled. Profusely.

Bruce turned into Rainman and wouldn’t shut the hell up. I recognized that he was nervous that I was really hurt (just a skinned knee and a few deep cuts that have almost healed over now). He was also betraying his ability to be in control when the children get hurt. Seriously, if you fall down, do not call upon Bruce to save you. However, if you need some entertainment after you fall and would enjoy seeing someone run in circles, call Bruce.

In a moment of seriousness, Bruce turned to me and said, “What we need here is more walking and less bleeding.”

Great, I get the fucking comedian.

But there’s more…