Cut Off Point
You know that feeling you get on Sunday nights when the weekend is almost gone, the last of the day’s light is rapidly disappearing, and the house is very quiet? You know how sometimes it’s associated with something you dread on Monday, or something you were supposed to accomplish but couldn’t face, but sometimes it just comes out of nowhere and hits you in the stomach with the force of a hundred years of loneliness and says to you, “Ah, so this is what your life looks like at 6:45 on a Sunday evening”?
I have that feeling. I think it’s partly because we had kind of a stressed out morning, which turned into kind of a disgruntled afternoon (despite an entirely delicious dim sum lunch in Chinatown and lots of leftovers), and partly because I’m a little worried about the next month’s worth of work, even though I knew perfectly well when I decided to get into this that the money wouldn’t be steady.
I miss you guys like the dickens, too. I wish you were here to sit on my back deck with me and talk about all this. But you’re not.
On the other hand, I did something today that I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and that Ross was convinced I wouldn’t actually be able to do (without making myself very unhappy and regretful). I cut my own hair. See?
Well, see in the middle? The top and bottom shots were taken about a week ago. It took about an hour and wasn’t nearly as messy a process as I thought it would be; it was, however, just as liberating and not-scary as I had hoped it would be. There was definitely a nervous moment in the beginning when it became clear that the layered shag I attempted first was not going to work, and I had to execute Plan B. Plan B, which was “keep cutting until it looks like a haircut,” succeeded, if not brilliantly, then at least a little luminously. Plan B was like a little candle in my day.
So the good news is at least I won’t have to clean out the drain filter in the tub so damn often.
October 1st, 2007 at 8:23 pm
Some years ago, for the first time, I looked at my Sunday depression in the face. When I read your first paragraph I was taken aback at how accurately and cleverly you had captured this feeling in 6 lines and 94 words. (Word can count and did you know that if you type Sunday Depression in google you get 11,900,000 hits?)
Last night-2am in the morning actually- Rani returned from her holiday. This morning I saw her reunion with Asher and Sophia. It was well handled by her.As I listened to her (I was pretending to be asleep in Asher’s room) my thoughts turned to you and Ross. Love from us all to the both of you, who are so far and yet so close.
October 1st, 2007 at 10:22 pm
11,99,000 sad people on Sunday evening and none of them are coming over to have coffee with me? Shame.
I was wondering if Rani got home safe. It was so good to hear her having a wonderful time remembering how to spend time with Gabe and herself. I’m sure the babes are beside themselves to see her.
Love to you, too. All my kisses.
P.S. You left out a period in your email address, and my spam filter didn’t recognize you! Tricky thing. Luckily there were only 60 comments to scan over this time, and I saw you. I always look for you. :-)
October 2nd, 2007 at 12:58 am
Many thanks for looking out for me but I have never typed the email address as it appears by default when
I click ‘Response’. But you are right, the period after ‘net’ is a comma, and I have corrected it.
This Saturday afternoon, your mother and I will be with some 100+ women with breast cancer going on a walk/hike up Mount Faber as a show of support to them that, we who do not have cancer but are involved in their care,
recognise their uphill battle to live a normal life. At the top, there is a restuarant, The Jewel Box, and we will have dinner there before being bused down. Sounds like it will be fun.
Love and take care.
October 2nd, 2007 at 12:58 am
Many thanks for looking out for me but I have never typed the email address as it appears by default when
I click ‘Response’. But you are right, the period after ‘net’ is a comma, and I have corrected it.
This Saturday afternoon, your mother and I will be with some 100+ women with breast cancer going on a walk/hike up Mount Faber as a show of support to them that, we who do not have cancer but are involved in their care,
recognise their uphill battle to live a normal life. At the top, there is a restuarant, The Jewel Box, and we will have dinner there before being bused down. Sounds like it will be fun.
Love and take care.