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Posted by jammerlich on February 22, 2006, at 10:26:45
I think I'm desperately in need of a visit. Can somebody tell me what's going on there right now and what I should pack?
Posted by ClearSkies on February 22, 2006, at 10:51:22
In reply to Camp Comfort...., posted by jammerlich on February 22, 2006, at 10:26:45
Some crocuses are peeking out from the cover of snow. They make a little patch of snow melt where their colours provide a relief from the whiteness.
The air is cold but has a whiff of water underneath. Like it is considering what it would be like if the snow would start to melt.
I would dress in many layers, so we can peel off what we need to as we warm up while we tramp through the snow.
ClearSkies
Posted by Daisym on February 23, 2006, at 0:18:33
In reply to Re: Camp Comfort...., posted by ClearSkies on February 22, 2006, at 10:51:22
If you come to California, it is cold in the mornings but warms up nicely to 65 or 70 by 1pm. And the trees are blooming so it is pretty.
I like to spend time in the music room, sitting like a cat in the afternoon sun. You can join me if you like. We'll play cards. Or sing along. Or just sit.
Is there a reason you need to escape? Not that you need one...
Posted by jammerlich on February 23, 2006, at 14:48:50
In reply to Re: Camp Comfort...., posted by Daisym on February 23, 2006, at 0:18:33
Thank you for inviting me to join you in the music room. I think I like the idea of just sitting there quietly in the sun. Silence is completely underrated.
I guess I'm feeling the need to escape because my relationship with my former teacher is deepening, which feels scary and fires up all my insecurities. I had decided just to enjoy my lunch with her and not get into anything deep; but she blew my plans out of the water. She looked in my eyes and asked if I was okay - like she really did want to know. I was so surprised that she could see what no one else seems to see that I told her I wasn't and would like to talk to her more.
We met again the next day and I spilled a little. She was wonderfully generous and shared a bit about herself and asked what she could do to help. We've been emailing and I finally told her that what I'd really like was some quiet time with her where we could be close and I could hold her hand. I can't believe I did it; I'm so ashamed of wanting that. But she received it well and replied that she had some things to tell me when we have our quiet time and that she wants to be with me before the week is over.
Now I'm feeling all young and clingy. I want to talk to her, but I'm afraid to call. She's either been tired or busy and we haven't gotten together yet, and I feel so impatient about it....even though she's taking care of herself first; which is something I really want her to do. So many conflicting feelings. And I'm starting to question whether she *really* cares about me and worry that she will say I'm too much.
She might as well be my former T - the feelings are all the same. But I do recognize this relationship as something uniquely special. It's actually o.k. for us to say "I love you," and we have - over and over again. I feel like I can't say it to her enough. I just wish I could always believe she means it. I guess when it comes down to it, I have no idea why someone would feel that way about me.
I think I need a good cry....
Posted by jammerlich on February 23, 2006, at 14:51:24
In reply to Re: Camp Comfort...., posted by ClearSkies on February 22, 2006, at 10:51:22
I think I'm going to have to visit both yours and Daisy's versions of camp. I love the snow and it almost never snows where I live. I hope it doesn't melt before I can get there.
Are there feather beds and down comforters?
Posted by ClearSkies on February 23, 2006, at 20:01:15
In reply to Re: Camp Comfort.... » ClearSkies, posted by jammerlich on February 23, 2006, at 14:51:24
> Are there feather beds and down comforters?Floaty fluffy ones, dense heavy ones, hand quilted and faded from years of use. Pile them on, wrap up in them, drag them across the floor and don't worry about the dust bunnies that tag long for the ride.
(It doesn't snow at all where I live, but I have great winter memories from being a kid.)
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