Night...
And after a long day, where reality seems blistering from the daylight, it is welcome respite. I could continue my diatribe of wedding woes, for The Goddess and I are certainly still far from connecting mentally, emotionally, physically, or spiritually. So many bridges to cross require time and effort. However, other things have occupied my mind today, as well, and I quite frankly do not have the energy to ponder the power I am giving my marital situation.
Bad news about my car; after the clutch died for the fourth time late last week, I finally got the car repairs done this afternoon (thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, Alyx, for your help today). I have taken it to the same repair shop the last three times, which specializes in transmissions. Each time it has cost me almost a thousand dollars, which I paid using a cheque and providing my Driver's License for ID. Today the owner of the shop decided that my cheque would not be good without a credit card number as back-up. A poor business decision on his part given the amount of time and money I have spent there over the last two years. I ended up having to brave a small but nasty storm in my mother's car in order to retrieve a cheque waiting for me from one of my service providers, then haul ass back into town before the bank closed. To add insult to injury, the shop owner demanded to hold onto my car key before I left the shop the first time. Upon my return, and slapping down almost a thousand in cash on the table, I made it quite clear that I would not be giving them any more of my business if that is the way they treat regular customers. He said confidently, "That's fine". Judging from the shoddy appearance of the place, he cannot afford to be turning much business away. If anyone living in this area would like to know the name of said service centre, email me and I will tell you who does not deserve your business.
No news about my mother's tumor; I am anxious and disappointed as we felt confident that there would be some word today. My dad tells me she is trying her best to mask her fear, but it is seeping through nonetheless. I cannot say as I blame her. Dad is doing better, however. His spirits seem a bit brighter than when the discovery was first made. I advised him to talk to me if he needed to so as to not burden my mother with any more stress than she needs. He said he would. I believe him. Perhaps tomorrow will bring the information we are all sitting on the edge of our seats for. It is difficult not to worry, however, I have been trying to not worry about the abstract. It would be nice to know what my mom is dealing with.
Great news about Rhi. She is currently on her way back from Central Canada after seeing her specialist. It has been a regular trip for her since her condition manifested, one so rare that it required leaving the province for treatment. After coping for years now, her remission is permanent enough for them to tell her she need not come back. Lowlandz passed on the news to me late this evening.
Finally, a little light to shine in my darkened corner.
I am happy for you, Lo and Rhi. More than I could possibly articulate.
They say happiness is contagious.
Here's hoping...