deborahresnick
It was never really possible before. Only when she thought about it logically. She never would have guessed it would ever be possible. But life changes - that's for sure. Her life had taken so many twists and turns through the years. And now - possibilities abounded for her.
The fuse box was in the basement and really did have fuses. Not breakers, but the screw in, glass top, old-fashioned kind of fuses. She's known how old the house was when she bought it, but this just confirmed it. Smiling, she reached for the box of extra fuses that was on top, and replaced the blown one.
The mayor paced back and forth in his office. Election results were still coming in, and it was really close. He'd been the mayor almost all of his adult life. It was unthinkable that he could lose his job. Not only that, but to her. She wasn't even one of them.
What the hell? Cathedral? What am I supposed to do with that! I could write something like - the cathedral had a hushed interior, smelling of mold and old books. You could just tell that mildewy fabric was hidden somewhere close.
I think that standing me up on Saturday was the last straw. I'm usually pretty easy going about these things, but after three broken dates in a row, I was getting pretty angry. This was a special date, in particular. One for which I had a new dress, and gotten my nails done.
The brief was in my folder and ready to go. I took a deep breath to steady myself and then walked much more confidently than I felt up the steps to the courthouse. This would be the first time I went before a judge by myself, for my client. This judge was supposed to be one of the nicer ones, I hoped.
We were switching cars when I saw the dent. It wasn't really a dent, so much, and a few scratches. In my new (to me!) car door. Probably a shopping cart in a parking lot, but who knows what it will cost. Then my husband saw it.
Her nest was so small I almost missed it. Right on the front porch, under the eaves. She was a Mourning Dove. I knew she'd been hanging around for awhile, but when I realized she had a next in the porch ceiling, I started paying more attention to her.
We chat. Alot. But really not about much that's important. We even chat via instant messages when we're in the same room. I think it's the contact we need to maintain. That connection between us. We're apart so much and we need to be together much more.
It's teh same old grind every day. Get up, eat breakfast, let the dogs out. There's no variance, no surprises. Almost no surprises. Sometimes one of the dogs has a little present for me. Otherwise, no surprises. So I do it over and over. I think, no, I KNOW that my life is groundhog day!
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