Shhhh!

I'm running away from home. Don't tell anyone, I need enough time to put space between me and these passion-suckers before they notice. I'm wondering how long it will take to swim across the pond.....

Well, the worst of the storm has passed us. You were all so sweet in your concern for me and my family. I was only worried about losing power to the computer, and I didn't (thus the new template). I don't want to be too flippant about the storm, some got smacked hard. Flights and Ferries were cancelled, train schedules disrupted, sea front homes were instantly in the sea. A lot of folks will be without power for quite a while, and wow, if you could've seen the commute (or lack of) through the Dartmouth Tunnel!
So thank you for your kind comments and for missing me the couple of hours I didn't blog.


So, on to Monday's Mission:

Pssst! Over here! Remember me? Ummm, I have been hearing you mumble under your breath. Things like, "You just wait, one day I'll be gone..." and "Everyday people are wiped off this earth, but not me... I just keep going and going and going..." and I'm wondering,
you will be taking me, right?

Remember when we first met, how you kept telling me I was beautiful? I hadn't had anyone look at me so lovingly in such a long time. You even took my picture with your silly little pink mobile phone camera. I smiled. Did you see me smile? I did.
And when you came back the next time, you stroked me. I knew you were hooked then...
but you didn't take me home.

The third time you came, you acted distant, kind of detached really... or maybe it was more defeat I saw in your face. You looked exceptionally tired and worn down. I know now that you were on the verge of a breakdown of sorts and that makes your visit even more special to me. Because when you were viewing life through a dimmed, broken spirit, you still thought of me.
But you didn't take me home. As you walked out the door, I remember thinking, "It's nearly Christmas and she's not taking me home. I'll never see her again".

I was wrong. The fourth time you came. You didn't leave my side. You were protective of me when other clumsy people came by to give me a look and when the crowds started to overwhelm me, you stuck your elbows out in a protective way. I knew then that I would be going home with you.
I loved how you cleaned me up (It felt so good to have a bath!), and put me upstairs close to you. I loved how you hugged me every time you saw me.

I don't know when you stopped. I was so happy being in a family again, that I didn't notice that I was only getting passing glances from you. You're so busy all of the time! You always have an armload of laundry, or a crying baby to soothe, or a timer on the oven or kid yelling "I'm DONE!" from the bathroom.

No wonder you want to sneak out in the middle of the night.


You ARE taking me with you, aren't you????