Monday, September 1, 2008

Monday September 1, 2008

Best Part of the Day-
I took the kids out to my parents' today for some last day o' summer (I know, not technically) beach fun and fresh air playtime.  My mom made a fantastically fresh meal (ingredients straight from the garden cannot be beat!) and we all had relaxed fun.  Yeah for Labor Day!!

Worst Part of the Day-
Will-O and I agreed that this "separation" is quite clearly NOT working as we are not physically separated.  We have agreed that he will be moving out officially tomorrow.  It is sad and horrible and awful and never intended/imagined and yet has to happen.  It simply is not working out.  

2 comments:

Danny Freedom said...

Roberta Flack sang it best -

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ...

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
With his song ...

MamaMeg said...

Wow. Yes, she did.