I stare at my computer screen watching the cursor blink. Because it’s quiet, I can hear the clock ticking from the other room. The two are almost in sync. Tick. Blink. Tick. Blink. It’s somewhat hypnotic which does nothing to help this writer’s block I’ve had these last two weeks.
When I found out Paul would be working in India for four to six months I was sure that not only would I be blogging; but it would be with more frequency than usual. Not only would I feel the need to reach out, but just think of the blog fodder I’d have sharing his experience there along with the photographs he’s emailed me.
Au contraire…or इसके विपरीत in Hindi. Instead I don’t write, I barely read and I comment even less…sorry. For some reason that I can’t explain, I’ve been nesting.
It’s ironic that I started blogging for something to do while my husband travels and now that he is halfway across the globe I hide. Well I’ve turned my back and counted to ten and called out, “Come out, come out wherever you are.”, and I hope it works so here goes…
Paul and I have been talking via Skype the last two weeks; usually it’s in the evening for me and the next morning for him; in fact I’m waiting for a call as I write this. We’ve only done the webcam once because it’s much easier to be mobile when you’re talking for an hour. The one time we did use the cam we kept getting disconnected. At one point while I was waiting for him to try again I ran up to the bathroom to apply some lipstick. No, not to my lips, but my forehead; he got a kick out of that! I also took the opportunity to moon him. Whoot! Wondering what that looks like? Can’t help you as I didn’t take a picture, but I can show you this. It’s the picture I sent Moonspun a while back for a contest she had. Yes, that is my ass and my dryer; but no I did not get inside the dryer. PhotoShop is the bomb…or the Doctor Bombay (Ha! Paul is in New Bombay…or Navi Mumbai as it’s now called).
Sometimes it's hard (TWSS), especially because of the time constraints. There is only a small window when we are both awake and one of us is not at work. During the week it isn’t as bad because I’m on the treadmill I call work. Most of my waking hours I’m not home and I do talk to him at night. The weekends are tougher because it’s just me and the dogs. I will have company tomorrow though as I get to spend some time with the fruit of Sheila’s loins; and I’m looking forward to that. I’m pretty sure her son will be glued to Wii Star Wars, while her daughter and I delve into the Play-Doh I picked up today….which I will surely be picking off the floor when we’re done. Hey, sometimes you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet as they say.