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Jul. 31st, 2009 01:49 pmNaptime can't come soon enough today. Naomi is frustrated and teething. She's been spending a lot of time hanging out in a laundry basket (with clean laundry in it) looking at books...which is what she's doing at the moment.
The college boyfriend-thanks for the condolences. We had this sweet, sweet on again, off again romance in college, but the off again was never negative or unpleasant-it wasn't one of those drama filled on and off relationships, it was just the kind of thing where sometimes it worked out for us to be together and sometimes not, but when we weren't together, we were still okay but apart. It was this tender, loving, gentle and exciting relationship, and we'd been in touch on and off since then-he died just before Naomi was born and it wasn't surprising that I hadn't heard from him in a long time. I think of it more fondly than I do many of my other late adolescent/early 20s relationships. The death was accidental-he drowned in a bathtub after what was believed to be a diabetic coma-no drugs or alcohol were found in his system. One of my favorite memories was when he showed up with his roommate, just before final exams began and "kidnapped" me...he called at about five in the morning from the call box in front of my dorm, and demanded that I come downstairs and see him. We took off together for a picnic on the banks of the Potomac while the sun rose, and just had a great day together. Another wonderful memory was the time he was spending the semester abroad and had just been dumped. We were talking, and I could hear how heartbroken he was...he'd been very much in love and I knew it, and I said to him that I wished that I were closer and could do something for him...and he said that it didn't matter, because he knew what would happen-that he'd cry in my lap and I'd stroke his hair and hand him tissues, and that we'd fall asleep snuggled up in my twin bed, with the tissue box crunched against the wall. It was absolutely true, too. Just shocking. But he was happy where he was and what he was doing, and that's kind of what mattered most.
I suppose I should get Naomi to nap, and finish catching up on laundry...
The college boyfriend-thanks for the condolences. We had this sweet, sweet on again, off again romance in college, but the off again was never negative or unpleasant-it wasn't one of those drama filled on and off relationships, it was just the kind of thing where sometimes it worked out for us to be together and sometimes not, but when we weren't together, we were still okay but apart. It was this tender, loving, gentle and exciting relationship, and we'd been in touch on and off since then-he died just before Naomi was born and it wasn't surprising that I hadn't heard from him in a long time. I think of it more fondly than I do many of my other late adolescent/early 20s relationships. The death was accidental-he drowned in a bathtub after what was believed to be a diabetic coma-no drugs or alcohol were found in his system. One of my favorite memories was when he showed up with his roommate, just before final exams began and "kidnapped" me...he called at about five in the morning from the call box in front of my dorm, and demanded that I come downstairs and see him. We took off together for a picnic on the banks of the Potomac while the sun rose, and just had a great day together. Another wonderful memory was the time he was spending the semester abroad and had just been dumped. We were talking, and I could hear how heartbroken he was...he'd been very much in love and I knew it, and I said to him that I wished that I were closer and could do something for him...and he said that it didn't matter, because he knew what would happen-that he'd cry in my lap and I'd stroke his hair and hand him tissues, and that we'd fall asleep snuggled up in my twin bed, with the tissue box crunched against the wall. It was absolutely true, too. Just shocking. But he was happy where he was and what he was doing, and that's kind of what mattered most.
I suppose I should get Naomi to nap, and finish catching up on laundry...
