The Blues
Not depressed. Not despondent. Not miserable. Nothing that would require drugs or psycho therapy. Just blue.
It’s been coming for about a week now. Last week Chris spent 2 nights working pretty late. I, of course, decided to spend the time alone being very productive by watching the saddest movie I’ve ever seen and going to the mall.
Really, it was the best I could come up with.
I watched “P.S. I Love You” and very literally cried from beginning to end. Even the parts of the movie that were funny or uplifting didn’t help. I was too busy crying from the previous scene.
Video on Demand. A million options and I picked this movie.
I cried so much that the following day my eyes were swollen. Haven’t done that in years. Likely since Maggie chewed my rehearsal dinner shoes. That was a rough night. She’s lucky Pet Smart was an hour’s drive away or she might have found herself right back where she came from.
I then decided to shop the next evening. I bought a shirt when my mother and sister-in-law were here. It was a mistake. Don’t get me wrong, the shirt is really cute and fairly fashionable. It’s got one of those empire waists so the bottom just “floats away from the body”.
Yes, I understand my addition to “What Not To Wear” is a problem. Haven’t found a support group for that. It’s likely meeting in the same place as the “Music Card Addicts Anonymous” and “Cereal Addicts Recovery” support groups.
Regardless, I’d tried on the top a least 17 times since the purchase. And it does look cute. And I also look pregnant.
But I’m not.
I attempted to return the shirt only to discover the store has an “all sales final” policy. Who does that anymore? Seriously, had no idea that was even an option. I am now stuck with a shirt that makes me look pregnant.
And just so we’re clear… I’m not.
All of that was to avoid thinking about being alone. I was at the mall on a Friday night and while normally that would have been fine, especially since I bought an amazing suit at Banana Republic that was 60% off, all I could think about were the Friday nights of a year ago.
More Friday’s (and Saturday’s) than not, we spent with Mr. & Mrs. Fanny Pack and/or Mr. & Mrs. Preacher Man. We were quite a group, the 6 of us. We would go to dinner sometimes or spend the night at the Pack’s house. Men playing Guitar Hero and women sitting at the kitchen table debating, discussing, dreaming.
Now just a year later all three couples are in different states. I miss them. I miss us. I miss what we were a year ago, if that makes sense.
I am so grateful for every blessing the Lord has given us. Nothing we have done or will ever do makes us worthy of the wonderful life we have. And most certainly we have been blessed with amazing friends who really are part of our family.
I am blue because I miss my friends. I know they love us. We love them.
Now… to the Pack’s…we want pictures and we want them soon. Go all the way or don’t go at all, Mr. Pack!!!!!
Not depressed. Not despondent. Not miserable. Nothing that would require drugs or psycho therapy. Just blue.
It’s been coming for about a week now. Last week Chris spent 2 nights working pretty late. I, of course, decided to spend the time alone being very productive by watching the saddest movie I’ve ever seen and going to the mall.
Really, it was the best I could come up with.
I watched “P.S. I Love You” and very literally cried from beginning to end. Even the parts of the movie that were funny or uplifting didn’t help. I was too busy crying from the previous scene.
Video on Demand. A million options and I picked this movie.
I cried so much that the following day my eyes were swollen. Haven’t done that in years. Likely since Maggie chewed my rehearsal dinner shoes. That was a rough night. She’s lucky Pet Smart was an hour’s drive away or she might have found herself right back where she came from.
I then decided to shop the next evening. I bought a shirt when my mother and sister-in-law were here. It was a mistake. Don’t get me wrong, the shirt is really cute and fairly fashionable. It’s got one of those empire waists so the bottom just “floats away from the body”.
Yes, I understand my addition to “What Not To Wear” is a problem. Haven’t found a support group for that. It’s likely meeting in the same place as the “Music Card Addicts Anonymous” and “Cereal Addicts Recovery” support groups.
Regardless, I’d tried on the top a least 17 times since the purchase. And it does look cute. And I also look pregnant.
But I’m not.
I attempted to return the shirt only to discover the store has an “all sales final” policy. Who does that anymore? Seriously, had no idea that was even an option. I am now stuck with a shirt that makes me look pregnant.
And just so we’re clear… I’m not.
All of that was to avoid thinking about being alone. I was at the mall on a Friday night and while normally that would have been fine, especially since I bought an amazing suit at Banana Republic that was 60% off, all I could think about were the Friday nights of a year ago.
More Friday’s (and Saturday’s) than not, we spent with Mr. & Mrs. Fanny Pack and/or Mr. & Mrs. Preacher Man. We were quite a group, the 6 of us. We would go to dinner sometimes or spend the night at the Pack’s house. Men playing Guitar Hero and women sitting at the kitchen table debating, discussing, dreaming.
Now just a year later all three couples are in different states. I miss them. I miss us. I miss what we were a year ago, if that makes sense.
I am so grateful for every blessing the Lord has given us. Nothing we have done or will ever do makes us worthy of the wonderful life we have. And most certainly we have been blessed with amazing friends who really are part of our family.
I am blue because I miss my friends. I know they love us. We love them.
Now… to the Pack’s…we want pictures and we want them soon. Go all the way or don’t go at all, Mr. Pack!!!!!
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