| | Hello all! Been a long time since i have posted much, been pretty wracked with all kinds of work and travel-and obviously to all my friends, becoming a husband.
A story.
Sunday night, after getting home very late Sat. night from Chattanooga, a weekend of being gone with Charlie and the guys. Sunday during daylight was a rush of waking and getting ready and managing our tiny bathroom, to hurl ourselves to St. Paul's, into the much saner arms of the Eucharist (somehow a cosmic paradox is comfort when workadays are stuffed with doing), and then to the arms of Bridgeway, 20 minutes north.
That afternoon, Becca was at work, and i was working with Judson T. on a new recording of Mantra Mantra songs, kicking off a few weeks of arranging and tracking.
My suitcase was vomiting into our living room, a gifted mug from Cinci Christian University, a couple of headbands, the usual clothing detritus, my sub-3 ounce baggie of body cleaning supplies, a scarf, and some clothes from the previous weekend trip. While trying to wrap my head into the raw demos and song structures, i was also noticing a non-stop flow of mucus from my nose, with a headache mounting. For some reason i decided i should track this new music on a new and quite complex software program i was deeply unfamiliar with.
So, evening settles, Becca returns, Judson leaves until the next day, and we head out to find a sunday night dining option, bereft of time, motivation, and groceries for cooking.
Two slices of pizza in the Paseo later, we return to watch Eagle Vs. Shark (featuring Jemaine from Flight Of The Conchords) on my laptop, my first iTunes rental.
At some point past this movie about an impossibly but actually benevolent Kiwi (New Zealander, not fruit), with Becca right next to me, i realized how much of a gift it was to have her right there, while i collected a Patagonia range of kleenexes with a snotty towel plateau. While her very lovingkindness and not caring of my sickness is priceless in itself, it was also the fact that i was terribly not ashamed of my state in front of her. the worry of how i looked, acted, appeared was nowhere near. i realized i am free to be slathered in mucus around this person and not be afraid. not only not to fear, but to be loved, valued, as my own nerdy and scattered and unsure idealistic self. She even lets me get organic peanut butter. with the nappy oil separation.
so to all those approaching marriagedom, like TwentyMiles, beware that your defenses will all get laid low and dusty, and it is gloriously normal the whole while. And my wife Becca is the best person on Earth or beyond.
peace to you all. Dustin.
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| | Posted 2/6/2008 8:42 PM - 131 Views - 14 eProps - 8 comments
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