Dear sweet amazing friends,
So swamped just at the moment that I can't thank you individually (except I have to confess Izzy got me on a little Connie Whatsername jag, that was SO incredible...I had seen it before but diabolical timing, Izzz, nice and teary...and THAT sent me over to Paul Potts...

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And Changing, to thank you for the term, "Bless and Release." I LOVE THAT. Heck of a lot nicer than sticking someone through the cheek with a fishhook, now that you mention it.
He came by last night, from 4 hours on his motorcycle (he'd gone to an old friend's 60th bday gathering). I had invited him for the dinner and forgotten I had a church commitment. So for several hours I cooked up a storm to fix him the meal anyway, was going to leave it on his porch. I had to shoo him away but he hinted as how he could come back later, and I said sure, maybe I'll see you later...and he reappeared with a DVD and we climbed onto my bed and hugged onto each other like lampreys, no sex involved or even needed I think, and it felt so gooooooooood. I drowsed off and he tottered home all tired and I am fine.
We didn't Have a Talk. We Had a Hold.
Who knows, lordy knows I don't, but though I feel a teeny bit more detached (that's good for me) I no longer am scared (today's weather report) and do not feel abandoned. He may have had to act out just a bit of independence, as so many of you conjectured, last weekend...and it was just bad timing because it interfered with my nervous breakdown.
No fool like an old fool. Today I feel peaceful and safe, and I don't know if it's because I'm releasing him or because he came back, or if it's both at once.
I love every one of you for your kindness and caring.
Your collective and nuanced and varied wisdom's just the icing on the cake. Priceless and lifegiving.
thank you!
xxxxxxxxooooooo,
Hops