Here's a sampling of what NBT and I have been doing.
Friday: burritos and beer
Saturday: long drive. Day on a dock, a little bit chilly. Seedy motel.
Sunday: Day on a dock, even chillier. Scenic drive. Oceanfront bed & breakfast, fireplace, wine.
Monday: Hike. More scenic driving. Dinner with friends of his family.
Tuesday: Run. More driving. Pick up dog. Dinner with friend who is having personal crisis, who shows up at my place shellshocked from depression and lack of sleep, wearing a suit and a tie with tiny Santa Clauses flying tiny airplanes. He didn't even look at it when he got dressed, and now Santa in a plane will forever be a symbol to me of what it means to hit rock bottom. The friend sleeps on my sofa, while his girlfriend moves out of their place.
Wednesday: Walk around an island. To campus, for some work. To practice. Pizza and Dr. Zhivago.
Thursday: Run. Campus. Practice. Brief appearance at a happy hour, but we show up late and can't stay. Dinner with 517, Neighbor, and Turboglacier.
Friday: Dog park. LL Bean's. Campus. Practice. Dinner at my parents' place.
Saturday: Race committee for a regatta we hosted at home. Dinner at Fat Boy, a drive-in hamburger joint across from the naval air station.
Sunday: Race committee. No wind in the morning; boat ride around Yarmouth Island. Straight faced lies to an undergraduate that we went out to an apple orchard on the island and picked the apples we were eating out there. Sea breeze comes up at noon for an afternoon of racing.
It was a good week, and very full. I realized some things about how I live, having him here, quietly observing everything. I rush around a lot. I get impatient at predictable moments. I pick objects up and put them down a lot, and then wonder where they've gone to. I overplan and then avoid acknowledging that my plans were wildly optimistic. I eat strange things for breakfast. I get excited when I glimpse the ocean, even if it's a daily view for me.
Two things about the week felt hard for me. I didn't read, hardly at all. And I didn't write, hardly at all. I didn't exercise as much as I usually do, but I did enough to keep from feeling all wonky and restless. I didn't go for quite as many rambly walks as I usually do, but we spent some time in pretty outdoor surroundings together. I couldn't go much longer without reading or writing, though.
Whew!!! I'm tired just reading it all... it's all good and new (with NBT), just take care of yourself too.
Posted by: bridgeovertroubledwater | October 08, 2006 at 11:47 PM
Shame on you, lying to an undergraduate. Bad blogger. Bad, bad, bad. Now go take your doggie out for a walk as penance and think about what you had done.
Posted by: | October 09, 2006 at 09:59 AM
Do they really know how to make burritos in Maine, of all places? I'm trying to imagine life in a part of the world where LL Bean is a real place, not a catalog or website. Yep, it's gotten chilly here -- Gerald was wearing long pants when he and Carol Anne were (sort of) sailing her Etchells (under jib only) to the ramp for haul out and repairs so we can re-launch in time for fall and winter sailing. Yesterday it only got up to 73F at the Butte.
Posted by: Pat | October 09, 2006 at 01:07 PM
Hi Sherry, I am a lifelong friend of NBT, who pointed me in the direction of your blog. Well since NBT has not returned my calls in over a week, I checked the blog to see what was going on. My wife (also a friend of NBT) asked what NBT stood for?, New Boy Toy? Found it rather humorous knowing the Next Big Thing all these years.
Posted by: Tripp | October 09, 2006 at 01:57 PM
OMG. Dr. Zhivago? Wow. There is no turning back now.
Re: Reading, I have come to the conclusion that this is pretty much a bachelor's (or bachelorette's) delight.
Posted by: turboglacier | October 09, 2006 at 05:59 PM
Reading and exercising, and just general alone time, are the things I miss by being with Darin. For one thing, he's very jealous of my time and attention - which I keep in mind, and I tell him just because I'm not sitting right by him or just because I wake up earlier and go off for a cup of coffee and a bit of writing time -- it doesn't mean we aren't "together." He's recovering from some past relationship insecurities; I am being patient.
There are days I want to just have an hour or two to myself, though, without having to answer to him.
Posted by: Deb | October 10, 2006 at 10:55 PM
Ok this explains why is nonexistant at times... he is off having way too much fun! I am jealous! *smile*
Posted by: NBT's sister | October 20, 2006 at 11:58 PM
Sherry-
Sounds like a wonderful week... :D
Posted by: AdriftAtSea | October 22, 2006 at 10:43 AM