Super Sunday

I still buy Ray Valentines, which is kind of stupid, because he’s dead.

And you’re probably wondering what the heck I do with Valentines to a dead man.

Well, I write a little note in it and leave it at his grave.

It will sit there for a few weeks in the rain, snow, wind, and sun.

Then the maintenance people will pick it up and throw it away. That’s OK. I know Ray got the message.

I was shopping at a grocery store this week and noticed Valentines in the card section. So I started to look through them and found this absolutely awesome Valentine:

For My Husband

I’m yours.
You’re mine.
Always have been.
Always will be.

Happy Valentine’s Day

I loved the simplicity and yet those simple words convey very strong emotions. I’m yours. You’re mine. And we’ll be wrapped together into eternity.

And the Minnesota wimpy winter continues. No snow, no cold, and not much sun either. It’s kind of like a Seattle winter, I think.

But that very first smell of spring is in the air. The nights aren’t quite as long. I noticed when I went to workout this morning that it wasn’t dark dark, it was actually getting lighter. And the night doesn’t come thundering in at 4:30 in the afternoon. It stays light until after 5:30 or so.

Joe is preparing to make the big push to move in. He has to be out of his apartment by March 1. He’s the master procrastinator and so he’s leaving everything until the last week. Then he’ll be so stressed out, he’ll be irritable and crabby, and I’ll just ignore it.

He’s selling or giving most of his furniture and housewares away. I have practically everything he does, so there’s no need for duplication. Plus, I don’t my little house stuffed to the gills. It’s bad enough with my stuff.
By the way, I managed to bring a trunkful of things to Goodwill this week. I’m going to try to pare through my stuff gradually. It’s amazing what I’ve stuffed into the nooks and crannies of this place.

Joe has been spending more time here since December and we’ve been getting along OK. He’s learned to talk through his anger instead of not speaking for a week. That’s been a big improvement for us.

Ray and I rarely argued, because we were on the same page most of the time. I can’t ever remember being angry with Ray for more than a couple of hours. And it was ME being upset with HIM. He never blew up at me. I was the big baby, not him. He was the reasonable adult in our relationship.

So being with someone so emotional is different for me. Joe is the original emotional roller coaster, up and then down with no notice.

And I’m the one who is quiet and will not raise my voice when I’m angry. I have so much ugliness and frustration buried inside of me, that when I blow, I blow and it’s not pretty.

But I’ve noticed, since I’ve been doing yoga more regularly, that my emotions have calmed down, too, and I’m more of a steady as she goes person now and not flailing all over the place emotionally.

Joe and I won’t fight over the Super Bowl, as neither one of us cares that much about it. I’m not even sure if we’re going to watch it. Oh, we probably will, maybe for the commercials.