dear reader,
today, the baron is thinking about how she's let you down, all 7 of you that regularly check this website. she's thinking about how she'd like to have something interesting to report, but - in fact - does not. she knows that not updating this chronicle isn't disappointing in the same way that "sorry, you don't qualify for this home loan" or "i'm sorry to tell you, the biopsy found evidence of cancer cells in your thyroid" are disappointing, but still - she's disappointed in herself, for having nothing to write, for having no interesting photographs to share, for spending all her free time on the couch, hand sewing a quilt THAT WILL NEVER BE DONE (and, yes, stitchworks, the baron KNOWS that a sewing machine will make it go faster, she KNOWS!!).
the root of her malaise has been hard to identify, but she suspects it's a conflation of many things. she's recently taken a new job, and reader, the shine is wearing off. the weather doesn't help - summer is ending, fall can't get here fast enough, but in the meantime the humidity is lingering about like an unemployed teenager. this weather also affects the dogs: they dance around the house wanting badly to be outside, but once there, they immediately want back into the air conditioning. her yard, too, troubles her - it's ghastly to look at, and there's no real chance things about that will change any time soon.
probably the most bothersome thing of all, though, is the absence of the husband. this week, or maybe just today, he's in atlanta, though this trip started in wilmington, and will probably end up somewhere like houston. this is only the most recent of many, many trips he's taken lately, and reader, the baron is tired of being left. home alone, from time to time, is a welcome respite from
the usual marital tasks (laundry and cooking being fore among them), but after six months of his almost constant travel, she's tired. she misses him. she also would not mind having someone around to split the dog-caring duties, if you know what she's saying.
in short, the baron would like you, reader, to know that she's whining. can't you hear her from where you are?
what does this mean for you, reader? nothing, really, but don't fret - fall is, after all, on its way, and she loves fall. see? things, they're looking up already.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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dear baron, i am very sad to hear about, and be partly responsible for, your sadness. i must confide in you that i am very sad as well to away from you and the dogs and my husbandly lawn duties. i, too, feel the sheen of my new job wearing off. case in point are the long hours, weeks away from home and crabby emails i just sent to fcos about how stupid they are.
i know you are smarter and better than any of the people i have to spend my days with lately and that in itself makes me more angry than sad.
but then i lift my little paw to the sky and shout, "he fouled me," which makes you laugh
I SO wish I could come over and ease your pain!! Sometimes I long for the days when I'd hop in the '89 Corolla, pop it into neutral, and coast down Counry Club Drive to your house and the welcome respite of a cold Coke, your parents' TV room, and secondhand InStyle magazines. Now, unfortunately, the logistics are just a little more complicated...
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