"Life is like a piano, what you get out of it is how you play it"
Saturday, February 18, 2012
separation and dating
these past two days, Jay and I have agreed to separate. It was a mutual decision. Yesterday on the bus coming home from the office, Jay asked me if I could go home by myself and he would continue on for two more stops and pick up his suit from the dry cleaners. I agreed that this separation would be for the best. I did get the apartment out of the deal, though, as he handed me the keys. I took pity on him, though and waited in the lobby for him to come. I took him upstairs for a meal and a soft bed. Today we went to the feria for fresh fruits and vegetables for the week. We went with two other couples and met another couple already there. We decided we would like to go to a movie this afternoon. Jay didnt want to go. He cant hear the movies. This movie was in English, but I think the sound gets all mushy while making its way through his hearing aids. I met the other couple just outside the gate, and Bro. Berthrong was there, too. His wife wasnt feeling well and decided not to go. So we were two couples and two half couples. We walked the mile uphill to the bus stop, rode for 10 minutes to the shopping mall where the movie was playing. Afterward, we walked across the street to a Mexican restaurant. The food was really good. I had a chicken empanada with black beans and chilantro rice for $8.00. We asked for separate checks and that meant two couples, solo, and solo. We made the waiter laugh trying to explain that one. Another 10 minute bus ride, and mile walk (downhill this time) and there I found Jay in my apartment. Thats okay, though. I think I'll keep him. The movie was called Warhorse. It really made me cry. It was the warscenes that got to me, not the horse story, although I cringed each time he picked up more barbed wire. It was having a son just back from a war that bothered me. I didnt realize I was so affected. It was a much needed diversion from the everyday frustrations of no being able to understand and speak the language. Back to the grind on Monday. Love it, though, and am glad we are here!!!!!
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oops! that was a chicken enchilada, not an empanada. I suppose the empanada would have been good, too, but I WAS at a Mexican restaurant, after all.
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