Whimsy

Ze ring, it arrived today.

I am stupidly excited.  But also a tad worried that I got the wrong size.  What if I got the wrong size?!  Crisis aside, the average’s man ring size is a 10, and ring size and shoe size are often the same… so getting a 10.5 makes sense, yes?  That being Bryan’s shoe size?  I’m both so excited to give it to him and really stressed… I don’t want this to come off as a ring ring.  And I want it to fit.  I keep trying to wear it myself because I am so excited.  Problem?  No problem, I just can’t actually wear it as two of my fingers can practically fit inside of it.  (Yes, I have small fingers, mmkay?)

Yesterday, that whole entry about the rain… about an hour after I posted it, it started raining.  I thought Do you know what? To Hell with it!  I’m going to go dance!  As much as I’ve dreamed about dancing in the rain… I’ve never actually done it before.  I took a walk barefoot down the walk, to come before my old church.  I let myself into the garden around back, and spun in lazy circles, arms stretched wide to either side.  I lay in the grass and felt the raindrops sprinkle on my face and arms.  Felt a water droplet slowly slide down my finger and over my knuckle.

I said prayers of thanks, letting the rain run through my hair.  I pushed my hands deep into the soil at the base of a tree, feeling the power of the earth underneath my fingernails.  How good it feels to be alive again.  Breathing, thinking, loving.

I wish Bryan would return from his river trip.  I miss him already.  And by already, I mean all three and a half days that he’s been gone.  And will continue to miss him for the next half week that I’m alone in this large and parent-owned house.  Living with someone certainly changes the dynamic of one’s relationship.  Bryan and I have never suffered from overexposure to one another.  It still feels good to breathe…  I have enjoyed the alone time.  But the time for alone time is over.  I can has boyfriend back, plz?

Awww, my parents’ kitty just jumped into my lap and started purring.  I miss having a kitty.  Kitties are pretty awesome-sauce.  House-sitting for my parents could not have come at a better time– when I am pining over furry creatures, my beau is absent on the Green, and I have a strong desire for some sincere alone time.  Alone time that only really needed to last a few days– not a week, honest.

But yeah.  Buffy.  And Oreos.  Can life get much better?  (Not much.)

I suppose the most major downside of living here for a week and half is that my parents typically wake at the bright and early hour of six, each morning.  My parents’ dogs, thus, are eager to be fed at approximately 5:30, and they make this well-known.  As the sort of person who tucks in between twelve and three, this is to say the least, a bit early for me.  I’ve been getting three to five hours of sleep each night and it’s made me rather, well, whimsical.

I find myself constantly staring off into the distance, and speaking in a low sweet voice, while thinking of the reunion kisses to be subjected upon Bryan at his return.  Oh.  Right.  I’m practicing piano.  Metronome.  K.  I am past the point of caffenation being of any service.  Whimsical will have to simply be my natural state whilst I am house-sitting here.  ‘Tis perfectly fine, though.  I enjoy my fair share of whimsy.  Especially if no one else is about to be annoyed by my lack of concentration.  Me, Myself and I, we truly understand one another.

I suppose it is time to be overly pleased with myself while I watch Buffy and flip Bryan’s future ring over and over again in my fingers.  I may even eat an Oreo or two (or twelve).

Have a most lovely day, everyone.
It is good to be back.

EDIT: Holy Horseshoes, Batman!  This is my 500th entry!  Even with the last two-ish years being nearly entry-free…  Can I just say Wow?