Still here

It's just been a crazy busy week. And stressful. One of those, "I got to think about some things," weeks. But it's not really a bad kind of thinking I need to do. Just trying to figure out why things happen the way they do. One of my prior loves got in touch with me on Facebook, to apologize for something horrible he did to me when we were young and foolish. Part of me was like, "What's the point? Don't apologize for what you can't fix. Don't worry about me." Another part of me remembers how bad it hurt and was angry for who I was back then and wanted to go off. And a third part remembered the fun times we used to have, and wanted to answer. And that was pretty hard to figure out. I wasn't sure how to respond, because a mean answer would be unladylike; I always try to be a lady, not just in the good times, but the rotten times too. So, I talked to SO, who, other than when I bought the car without consulting him (and, to his credit, he's gotten over that snit, which is good because he didn't have a reason to be angry: I needed a car and we're not married, and when I say I am gonna do something, I'll probably do it), is pretty sensible when I come to him with a problem. He said I should probably just email him. We just kinda talked about what happened, and what the other guy was probably thinking. So I did, I didn't go off on him. I just let him know what he did hurt when I was that age--I needed to say that, women seem to refrain from being honest with those that hurt them because they don't want to have anyone not like them, but the whole world doesn't have to like you, nor do you have to like the whole world--but that I have a good life and that I'm OK now. That ends it, I hope.

One thing, I do know I am blessed to have SO. Not only is he handsome, (and I told him so on the way out the door today), but I can talk to him and he's reasonable. And he didn't tell me I was silly or stupid for being upset, or get jealous--some guys would be that way, seeing their girlfriend crying over an old broken heart. He just let me talk and tried to help and give good guidance. I guess he's glad I came to him instead of drooping around the house, being in a crabby mood and throwing things. I told him he should have been my high school boyfriend, I'd have been a lot better off.

Anyway . . .

I have been working on the lions this week. It's slow progress. Veddy slow. But the cub's face is taking shape and that's good. The back looks like crap, but there are a lot of confetti stitching, and it's not like I'm jumping over vast spaces with my thread. If I am stitching and one square is more than 5 away from the others, I am tying off and doing a separate stitch, but other than that, it'll be OK.