do what, now?

Continuing the theme of cheesy ’70s songs, I was going to name this episode “Time in a Bottle,” but I understand Kathleen misses the above expression, so there you go. I heard “Time in a Bottle” the other day, for the first time in years. I guess I’d never really listened to the lyrics before, or at least they never had resonated with me before. So, as usual, waterworks.
To refresh your memory:
If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day ‘till eternity passes away, just to spend them with youEtc., etc., etc. And yes, I heard it while I was watching “American Idol.” Shut up. (For the record, almost a continent away, my beloved husband also watched “AI,” heard the song, and got misty. Waterworks: Not just for dorks anymore. And my husband is definitely not a dork.)

The move is on. It was briefly, well, not off – but not exactly on, either. Steve just wasn’t sure he could make enough money to make such a move worth the trip. Now, the clouds have lifted, the situation has been resolved, and he is sure the move will be a worthwhile one. I’m so relieved. Finally, we have a light at the end of the long tunnel. I can resume packing, I can be confident, I know what to tell people. Not knowing where you’ll be in a month is the most frustrating feeling in the world. You can’t make plans; you always feel like you took your brain off and put it down somewhere – but where? Now, at long last, a feeling of settled contentment. We will be together soon. When I worried about the financial aspects of paying for two houses, my husband said: “I don’t care if I have to eat macaroni and cheese three meals a day, if we can just be together again.”

I have the greatest husband in the world.