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Boxing Day
Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.
-- Anita Brookner
Sunday, December 26, 1999
Two years ago: Boxing Day
Don't miss the rest of this holiday report: Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.
I got my laundry done! I would have worked on this yesterday, but I needed quarters, and Safeway was closed. They have a change machine there, which is a great convenience. So I did a zillion loads of laundry. The constant interruptions that the laundry process creates are very irritating to me -- every twenty minutes or so, I have to go down to the basement and move a load, fold something, carry something.
I was annoyed that being in the basement caused me to miss a phone call from Jack. Would he call back? Would he stop by on his way home from Yakima? I hoped so, but he might need to get home, which I would perfectly understand.
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I was rewarded for sticking to my tasks; I was bathed, dressed and sitting on the couch watching This Old House when the buzzer sounded, about five thirty. It was Jack! He was drained from all the meetings, discussions and counseling he'd gone through over the weekend. I think they did give him some good food for thought. There was more attention on his needs and what this has already cost him than he'd expected.
We thought about going to a movie, but Jack wasn't really up for it. Instead we walked to a nearby pizzeria and ate, then came back home. Jack taught me the backgammon rules. He won the first game, then I won the second. "Beginner's luck!" he cried.
Jack feels that this year hasn't been good for him, and he has had some very tough things to go through. But he's had good things happen to him, too. His job is much more to his taste than his old situation. The Bellingham environment is good for him. He has the love of a good woman!
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