I know!!!!!

Wait 'til Gray reads this, he is going to be soooooo disgusted.

I'm glad as I am so not ready to date.

Oooo...

Flowerguy is toast.

-ol' 2long

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Weaver,
I am still sorry I caused you pain.

I thought about a poem for you. It captures feelings we all have at times.

The Day Is Done
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.


I am glad that even though you have seen great pain, you still have music in your heart.

SS

Married!!!! oh it figures...but I was worried you didn't really want to go out with him anyway.

Weaver, I know I will. I lost sight of things over my extreme hurt due to his behavior towards me. I left him alone last night and won't push for our date tonight. Just let him be and I will be happy with me and the kids.

Beautiful poem, SS Almost vacation time? Is it Friday yet? LOL

So what is it with all the women on this board that mow the lawn?

LOL, Faith. I'm a housewife, remember? I want Ti to come home and have to worry about as little as possible; he's got enough stress with everything else, believe me. The yard's nothing.

Besides, he usually does the dishes, and I absolutely abhor the dishes. Spillover from having to do them every day of my chidhood I think -- I can't ever escape them, LOL. Yech!

Weaver's got the right idea about your H, and sounds like you're employing it anyhow. Be "shiny happy people" to him and live your life. You're getting stronger no matter what. we all see it, bay.

slh

Almost........

I have no time to post, but I owed Weaver.

Faithful,
There are always bad days, don't give up.

If he continues like this for weeks, it will be an indicator. A day or three is often normal.

SLH,
I want to see this work for you. Too many red flags to leave it alone. I know he means well, but that won't matter at all if things crash.

Gray,
I keep reading, my faith in you grows. You know music, I know God. Maybe we can exchange notes somteime.

2long,
You are 2 quiet.
DO you have a big smile on your face most days?

AD,
If you can hear me, raise your hand.

Almost vacation time. Too many deadlines, not enough time.

Did take W to lunch today, mostly to go over our planners, and make sure we have the bases covered. Red Lobster, nothing special.

Faithful, I was watching my clock, saying "she ought to be going in just a few minutes..........then she will be coming back and reporting."

Too bad it didn't work. I had high hopes. I really do think it is minor, and temporary.

SS

SS, dear you and Weaver and SLH are right. A couple days does not make a man, or a life. All my best prayers and wishes for the most wonderful vacation.

Weaver,
One more thing.

Wait until the flowers are dry, then send them back with a "no thanks" note.

SS

We love you, SS! Please have a safe and wonderful journey, if you don't have time to check in with us later. Praying for an uplifting experience for you and Mrs. Seeking out there.

And remember. . . take lots of pictures!!!

Hugs to you two,

slh

I love this verse, thank you SS. What a beautiful poem.

You did not cause me pain. You helped me, as did Aph by opening that window and allowing me to get some of that yucky stuff out. You allowed me to air out my soul, so to speak.

I am thankful I was able to say things I had not been able to say, but felt wordlessly for a long time.

I deleted some of those posts because I realized after how hurtful they would have been to you.

SS, I don't believe that you would ever, ever sit in judgement of me or anyone else. You are just not that way.

You help me by allowing me to say the bad stuff, and not think less of me for it. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

I won't leave until Sat Morning. Friday night we have a date again, and I don't want to miss it. (Her date, I don't know what we are doing yet.)

There are just SO MANY THINGS TO DO to get ready.

At work, I am the only one that does some jobs, (related to advertising deadlines) so I get them done, or we miss out.

Weaver, I read the stuff you deleted. It did not bother me,
but I was so afraid I had created hard feelings.

Shul,
I keep hoping to hear good news. Sorry.

Back to the salt mines........

SS

And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.


Weaver, that was my favorite stanza too. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Back when this poem was written, the Arab nation was one of mystery and intrigue and romance, full of dashing dark bedouins and spice-filled gardens, with graceful doe-eyed maidens and traditional middle-eastern hospitality.

I always think of the cheftians of the desert, regal and just, when I think of the true Arabs. . . not what we as Americans often think of today, you know?

I didn't know you had deleted your posts, but I am glad you had a chance to let the fresh air in. I think I need to do that too sometimes. Sounds wonderful, absolving.


slh

I don't know if this is anyone's cup of tea...but being the geezer that I am I just heard the other day a band Keane that really caught my ear. This is the song..

This Is The Last Time
This is the last time
That I will say these words
I remember the first time
The first of many lies
Sweep it into the corner
Or hide it under the bed
Say these things they go away
But they never do

Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind

This is the last time
That I will show my face
One last tender lie and
Then I'm out of this place
Tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
You say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried

Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind

(Instrumental Break)

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind

It was cathartic in a way. Had some resentments, but hopefully the air is and will stay fresh and in the present now. Be glad you missed them, they were depressing as all get out.

Faith,

I have never heard of that band or song. Country?

Too many red flags to leave it alone. I know he means well, but that won't matter at all if things crash.

Uh. . .uh. . . SS, you can't toss that out and leave! Waaaa! What red flags? Am I missing something?

I've learned not to trust myself entirely in all things of the heart now -- foolish, yes, but inevitable, I suppose --if I am missing something, let me know. . . well, when you get back, 'kay?

LOL. What'll we dooooooooo while you're gone??? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/teary.gif" alt="" />

(I hope you know I am pulling your leg, here. We'll be okay, but we WILL miss you!) <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />


slh

FF, what genre of Music is that? I like it too.

Not sure what genre would be, lots of piano in their stuff. <a href="chttp://www.keanemusic.com/" target="_blank">click here</a> and listen to the song at the bottom of the page.

I should have taken the time and done it right the first time.

SLH,
Your marriage.
The story you told about your failed trip is not just a sad story. It's a warning red flag.

You say that you had a talk with him, and that he is responding, but I want to see 6 months or so of dating, and a 2nd honeymoon trip so that I can believe HIM.

It's not just you that has to be willing. HE HAS TO SHOW YOU HE IS, NOT JUST TELL YOU.


When you told that story, I just about lost it. (Tears, not anger.) When a wife does that kind of effort, and the H does not respond, it is B-I-G. Even I can see that.

So, I just want to make sure he responds to this the next time around.

He should be doig some of the planning for dates. That's what love is about. Kisses, and secret winks are fun, but love acomplishes what needs to be done too, or what do you really have?

SS

This is a poem I wrote for my DS.

What do you dream my son?
By FF, January 2004

What do you dream my son

Do you dream of sunshine on your face
Or of running in a race

In your dreams are you whole
Or are you still watching the world go

In your dreams do you sing and dance
What would you do if you had the chance

Do you jump, climb and swing
Or sit on the sidelines smiling

Do you fly with the birds up in the sky
Chasing rainbows way up high

Does the grass tickle your feet as you fly a kite
Do you feel the breeze on your face as you ride your bike

In your dream do you talk a blue streak
Telling me everything you think

What do you dream my son