The Long Way Home

I haven't written much as of late because...well, I don't really have anything to write. I mean, honestly. Nothing's really going on.

I mentioned in my last post that it's hard to keep my concentration here long enough to write when I'm out of my groove, my routine, and that it's something I'm going to have to get used to. There's that as well, but still, it's not like there's been anything interesting to report. I worked on that last post off and on for the better part of a week, and it still says virtually nothing.

As I type this, Daisy is out with her best friend (and maid of honor in the wedding) for a night on the town; today is the latter's birthday, and tomorrow is Daisy's birthday. I have a somewhat vague idea of where they are, and yes, I am slightly worried about them, but they're both adults and can take care of themselves. I told Daisy that I hope any man who may hit on her notices the wedding rings, and told her to remember she's married. Mostly in jest, of course -- as Mama says, Daisy is the most loyal person around, and that's true. I know that.

Daisy needs a night out; she barely gets to go out with friends anymore because she works nights and, well, because she's married now. Yeah, it's a totally different dynamic for her now than her college days were. Not that she was exactly a partier in college, or anything like that. Daisy is about as straitlaced as they come (well, most of the time, anyway). She's not a partier or a drinker. I've seen her tipsy -- not even drunk, but tipsy -- only once in the entire time we've been together, over two years now. It's not like any of that magically changes now that she's married. But she did take tonight off specifically so that she could go out, and specifically so that she could have a little fun, and I'm fine with that. I mean, shit, the woman's married to me of all people, one of the most sedentary, sit-at-home, buzzkill people on the planet. She deserves some fun. It is because of this that even though she's still not home at 3:30 AM (a full 90 minutes after she said she'd be getting back, and 90 minutes after the bars close) that I'm not messaging her or texting her asking if she's alive. I'm pretty sure if she were dead, she'd call.

That's a joke, people.

Ahem. Anyway.

We have no real plans for the day once she comes home, we go to bed, and then get up -- the only thing on the docket is for us to start unpacking and putting away stuff in earnest, stuff that we've needed to go through, sort, and organize for weeks now. That includes most of the wedding and bridal shower gifts, as well as setting up Daisy's bookcase and putting away the massive piles of clothes she has strewn about our master bedroom. I can't wait for this, actually -- messiness drives me crazy, and getting all of that stuff sorted out and put away will really ease my nerves a bit. I've always been a very organized person, and it may shock you to read that. It's true, though -- I have everything organized in its place so that I never have to worry about losing anything or misplacing anything vitally important. I put my keys, phone, wallet, and watch in the same place every day. My coffee mugs always go on the same shelves, my food in the same cabinets and drawers. My bills, paid and unpaid, are in inbox-and-outbox-like stacks where I can keep track of all of them, and I do. Daisy's organizational style is much different, as she (generally) is a much messier person. I'm not saying this is necessarily a bad thing, but let's just say I hear the phrase "have you seen my phone?" or "where are my keys?" at least three to five times a week, and a house-wide hunt ensues until those things are found.

Me? Again, same place for all of that stuff. Always.

Tomorrow (Monday) for her birthday, we plan to go over to the parents' for dinner. Mama has made homemade pasta and sauce for Daisy's birthday dinner, and it'll be nice to see them and spend some time with them. We go to her parents' house frequently; they're but a five-minute drive away (ten if there's traffic) and it's nice to be able to see family, to have family that close. As you folks know, all of my family is 1,000 miles away from me in West Virginia, and I'm in contact with most of them -- including my parents -- sporadically at best most of the time. So yes, it's good to be able to go spend time with Daisy's parents, as for the past two years (and even more so now) they have functionally and practically been my parents as well.

[EDIT: she got home safely around 4AM.]