So today, after only 13 min of s.s., I have decided to write in my diary: Of my hubbie, and my annoyance in that he is going away for three weeks to India, to have a vacation. While I appreciate his figuring -- on how during the entire high-holiday season of 21 days, there are barely 7 working days, and that it is a good season to see N. India, to where he has never gone, because he usually "gets away" during the winter -- I am still not at all happy that he is leaving.
Last night, he commented on how it was that I am the only person who doesn't "l'fargen" him(which, roughly translated, means to say how smart and lucky you are to do such an action, to encourage and admire). Doesn't he realize that I am the only person who is actually being abandoned?
Yesterday, I tried to do a bit of tidying outside. There is a huge piece of drywall, that he brought from somewhere, and that is standing as an eyesore just by the entrance of our house. This morning I asked him to find another place for it, so he started in on me how he can't stand all my STUFF around the house, how he "loves" that piece of drywall, and how he "takes pleasure looking at it every morning" when he goes out...in that cranky, chastising tone of voice, so, here it is, his last Saturday home, that I am sitting up away from him, in my office, communicating with my computer...
Sad.
I guess i will take the dogs out a bit. The weather is cooling off, autumn's in the air. It rained a bit last night, and the air is crisp and clean, the leaves an the shrubs shiny and dustless after the long summer. Honey needs a good brushing, so I will find a nice windy place, far from "civilization" where I can let the tons of her hair fly away!
