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Update from my 2-hour crying jag on October 23:
1) The guests who used the cabin were very pleased. Obviously, it went as expected for the man.
2) We've been left a 6-pack of guiness + a 6-pack of bass by the couple that used the cabin. mda thinks that's to make black & tans. Perhaps I'll try 1.
3) I came home on Friday and found a vase w/3 roses waiting for me on our dining table, w/a card from mda. They were for our 7th anniversary, which was actually last night (or at 1-2 am this morning; I don't know, but generally we say Halloween). That was v.sweet and thoughtful. I think last year we just e-mailed each other.
4) Friday night, we went to Le Shed (I suggest checking out the photos section for Le Shed. Pasty, corn-fed Wisconsinites at their finest). Anyway, I had the sense that WI-C wanted to talk a little about my emotional breakdown, but there was too much going on, and it was a lot more fun talking to his co-workers or sometime co-workers. My breakdown, I suppose, became the high point emotional drama of the week. Well, when you almost yell the word fuck twice at someone who is an acquaintance, and it's 9:30 in the morning, that puts out some emotional vibes into the ether.
5) Currently, my feelings regarding this are the same as they always are, although the bitterness that I've been using the last, mmmm, 10 months or so to coat my sadness and disappointment has abated temporarily. Now I'm back to the sort of passive sadness. I noted this last night. It's a tradition, for some reason, at the end-of-the-season party, to go up to R&J (I say, "for some reason" b/c by the time people go up there, it's fucking pitch black). 1 guy stayed behind to propose to his g-friend. She said yes, of course. laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (the sound of me sticking my tongue out and allowing it to loll around).
1) The guests who used the cabin were very pleased. Obviously, it went as expected for the man.
2) We've been left a 6-pack of guiness + a 6-pack of bass by the couple that used the cabin. mda thinks that's to make black & tans. Perhaps I'll try 1.
3) I came home on Friday and found a vase w/3 roses waiting for me on our dining table, w/a card from mda. They were for our 7th anniversary, which was actually last night (or at 1-2 am this morning; I don't know, but generally we say Halloween). That was v.sweet and thoughtful. I think last year we just e-mailed each other.
4) Friday night, we went to Le Shed (I suggest checking out the photos section for Le Shed. Pasty, corn-fed Wisconsinites at their finest). Anyway, I had the sense that WI-C wanted to talk a little about my emotional breakdown, but there was too much going on, and it was a lot more fun talking to his co-workers or sometime co-workers. My breakdown, I suppose, became the high point emotional drama of the week. Well, when you almost yell the word fuck twice at someone who is an acquaintance, and it's 9:30 in the morning, that puts out some emotional vibes into the ether.
5) Currently, my feelings regarding this are the same as they always are, although the bitterness that I've been using the last, mmmm, 10 months or so to coat my sadness and disappointment has abated temporarily. Now I'm back to the sort of passive sadness. I noted this last night. It's a tradition, for some reason, at the end-of-the-season party, to go up to R&J (I say, "for some reason" b/c by the time people go up there, it's fucking pitch black). 1 guy stayed behind to propose to his g-friend. She said yes, of course. laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (the sound of me sticking my tongue out and allowing it to loll around).
