As you know, being a blogger is an exotic lifestyle. It's filled with travel, fine wines, fast cars, beautiful clothes and cute shoes.
Yeah right.
Today in the USA was St. Valentines Day. It's a contrived holiday meant to force people to spend money on their partners. And it's not a BAD idea, really. Except if that's the ONLY time you spend time with your partner.
Last night I had dinner with Wife and daughter. We waited over an hour for a table at Iron Hill Brewery in Phoenixville, PA. Dinner was nice. I miss dinner with my family. A lot. In fact the other night I cried my eyes out because I missed my daughter and regret being isolated from watching her grow up.
So what did I do today? Well I thought I worked 12-8 at the bookstore, so I slept in a little, showered, etc, threw on a red sweater and a heart necklace, and left early for work with the intention of reading a little before my shift. En route, I received a phone call asking where I was. Apparently I was working 11-7. Oops! So I was thirty minutes late.
I spent my busy day at the bookstore. Came back to the apartment. Zoey had made dinner for the three of us, and we watched Skyfall.
And that was my exotic holiday.
I have no illusions. Once Wife divorces me, I will be alone the rest of my life. It's part of the price I pay for authenticity. I understand that.
I've never liked Valentines Day. I'll like it even less in years to come I'm sure.
Yeah right.
Today in the USA was St. Valentines Day. It's a contrived holiday meant to force people to spend money on their partners. And it's not a BAD idea, really. Except if that's the ONLY time you spend time with your partner.
Last night I had dinner with Wife and daughter. We waited over an hour for a table at Iron Hill Brewery in Phoenixville, PA. Dinner was nice. I miss dinner with my family. A lot. In fact the other night I cried my eyes out because I missed my daughter and regret being isolated from watching her grow up.
So what did I do today? Well I thought I worked 12-8 at the bookstore, so I slept in a little, showered, etc, threw on a red sweater and a heart necklace, and left early for work with the intention of reading a little before my shift. En route, I received a phone call asking where I was. Apparently I was working 11-7. Oops! So I was thirty minutes late.
I spent my busy day at the bookstore. Came back to the apartment. Zoey had made dinner for the three of us, and we watched Skyfall.
And that was my exotic holiday.
I have no illusions. Once Wife divorces me, I will be alone the rest of my life. It's part of the price I pay for authenticity. I understand that.
I've never liked Valentines Day. I'll like it even less in years to come I'm sure.
A few years ago I had a restaurant lunch with friends on Valentine's day, all the other tables were couples facing each other with nothing to say. We had a great time and often laughed out loud. There is a moral in there somewhere...
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