Hm-m-m-m

A few or so days ago, I initiated dialog with Hubs about meeting on nuetral ground outside of his home state in order to sort through our current matrimonial confusions. He agreed without suggesting any details on how, where or when. I offered a suggestion which corresponded with my river research. Not quite nuetral ground, but. . . Still hoping we will see a day when my research is treated like something more than a run-away housewife spa trip or chickly interference with his macho brilliance. Just hoping. . . Quit holding my breath decades ago.

Hubs's response came yesterday with an executive memo that he had booked travel to the clan headquarters. Zero dialog. Just stastified declaration. Sigh. It is what it is, whether I understand it, or knot. I am half expecting his busy schedule to preempt this trip, too, so. . . Business as usual. Marking time again. We see what grows.

The renovation project here seems to be spinning out. I am believing that needs to be okay. Too much change at once is more disorienting than wading through familiar problems.