We’ve now reached the point where I have more fingers on one hand than there are days left of Sister #2 and her family and Walter living six miles away. They leave on Monday and I’m trying really hard to save all my tears for saying good by Sunday night after Family Dinner.
This is not an easy task for a crybaby like me. I think I cried for two days when I first found out about the new job and the move. I’ve had to stop twice typing during those first three sentences to blow my nose & wipe my eyes. This is a momentary indulgence in a week where I have spent every waking moment distracting myself from impending doom. Here are a few of the things that have managed to keep my eyes mostly water free this week. Feel free to use this advice next time you have impending doom looming in your life.
- Spend as much time as possible in bed. Sleeping is optional, and probably difficult, which means you get to. . .
- Nap every damn day whenever the urge strikes. Curl up under a blanket on the couch and indulge away.
- Speaking of the couch, hang out there a lot in front of Friday Night Lights.
- Daydream about Tim Riggins.
- Daydream about Matt Seracen.
- Have naughty night dreams about Tim Riggins.
- Go to tea with new friends Amy and Anne, talk about books and TV.
- Spend an inordinate amount of time trying to decide what your winter drink will be because you feel like your love of gin is a little weird.
- Watch a lot of Conan.
- Work on the blankets you plan to make as Christmas Gifts this year, which is really just picking up where you abandoned these projects last year.
- Avoid Twitter for the most part because your seventeen-year-old niece’s emo tweets about leaving her friends and moving to Portland make your eyes water to a dangerous degree and if you were to start crying now you might never stop.
- Pondering getting a puppy or a kitten to fill the giant aching hole in your heart.
- Remember that at least 40% of the reason you have to nap all the damn time is because fucking Paco keeps waking you up at 6 a.m. because he’s a hungry bastard who refuses to eat dry catfood anymore.
- Decide that whiskey sours are going to be your winter drink of choice. Google what goes into a whiskey sour.
- Plan your shopping list carefully because come Monday you’re going to spend a lot of time weeping on the couch, drinking whiskey, and watching Dawson’s Creek until you can face life again.