Dear people in long distance relationships:
How the hell do you do it? The "long distance" part, I mean - how you "do it" is none of my business. Although I'm generally pretty curious, so if you feel like sharing, go for it. Most outlandish and euphemistic story gets a dildo cozy!
Anyway - I knew that Katr and my "long distance relationship summer" was in trouble when the lovely and literary HB from Cold in Norway very kindly e-mailed me several pages of poems about love and longing and lesbians. There were some funny poems, some tender poems, some sexy poems and some sad poems. I savoured them all, and sent a few to Katr in Vancouver and we made fun of how ridiculous and sappy and co-dependant we are after a few weeks apart. And then Katr decided to take my pleas of "Fly to me!" seriously by booking a plane ticket here for the weekend! Woooo! She's arriving tonight! And I am TOTALLY getting some, people! HA ha! Although I'm fairly sure we won't wear out the sheets like someone I know (Dildy looks so pleased):
- photo gleefully supplied by Syd.
I'm hoping that my anticipation of this weekend's connubial bliss will spur me on to even greater heights of artistic achievement this afternoon when 87% True opens at the Edmonton Fringe.
I'm also hoping that in her delight at seeing me, Katr won't notice that my yarn stash has grown considerably since she last saw me and that, for the first time, I've started to purchase yarn that's not ear-marked for any specific project. I never thought I would be one of those types of knitters. Then again, I never thought I'd find 213 yards of beautiful alpaca for $5 a skein at the Wool Emporium in Saskatoon. Oh . . . and some other stuff . . .
Good thing I also bought new underwear in Saskatoon or I might really be in trouble. Happy weekends to you all!!
