Last year when I became single it was due to mutual agreement that something just didn't work, and then I went about my business as usual. This time I hurt. But at least it didn't happen in February--I still have sunny days and bike rides and outdoor tango and all kinds of things to remind me that my life is pretty great. Here are some of them:
- snitching cherry tomatoes from the garden when I'm supposed to be watering
- working on my Murphy bed
- riding my bike to the farmers' market, the library, the beach...
- having legs that do boleos and ganchos! Finally! Better than before MS!
- going shopping and finding 2 pairs of pants that fit perfectly (!), and then walking into Payless and finding a great pair of heels to wear to E.'s wedding for $7
- watching Bonita run in circles trying to pounce on her tail or on her shadow
- feeling my fingers waking up even more--this year, god willing, my left hand will be better on the violin than it was pre-MS
- having a ton of wedding gigs (possibly even too many)
- watching my violin students leap forward in technical ability
- dancing tango outside at High & Congress and inside at the Bar of Chocolate
- playing contradance tunes ("Nail that Catfish to the Wall", anyone?)
So, I'm glum, but life is good. And in several months, maybe it will be back to being wicked good.