WUG OR BUSTRojo, Woohoo and I left Eugene last night and came over to Sisters. Had to get here in time for the garbage trucks, don't you know. And so, Rojo and I have been up since 5:30 waiting for them, and still, they don't come. We are fully dressed, have been for 2 hours, doors and windows are open so we can hear it before it gets here. We are poised and ready, like a runner in her/his blocks. If only the gun would go off and we could leave our position and move on with our day... There are showers to take, groceries to buy, ice chests to pack, drives to take.
We are going to "WUG" - Wilson Urbigkeit Goodwin, our family-owned campsite. Year 41 for WUG. I have 41 years of memories I wouldn't trade for the world. Woohoo feels the same way - looks forward to it all year long. Rojo? Not so much. But there is a hammock and he has agreed to go there just for that. Pretty sure he'll want to swing in it once, then turn around and come back to Sisters - skipping right over that whole swim in the river and communing with the relatives piece.
STM is still in Eugene - his favorite track events are today and he doesn't want to miss. And, because he more than does his share when he's around, he has earned this. And, because it means so much to him, it's important to me. And, because it's not twice as hard to "do Rojo" by myself as it is with him, and vice-versa, we take turns. No sense two people being on the edge of utter breakdown at all times. Spelling each other is the name of the game.
What a difference a year makes. A year ago I was on the verge of separation - had had it with this man. Now? I get it. He gets it. We get it. We've moved to a new place in our old relationship, one of peace, acceptance, true love. Not the clingy, needy, resentful, co-dependent, bullshit love. True. Love. Doesn't mean he doesn't drive me straight up a tree MOST of the time. But I love him. He loves me. We love each other. There is stability.
For the first time in my entire life, there is stability.
And the good news? I'm not bored. I'm happy.
13 comments:
I hope the garbage truck actually came!
WUG sounds wonderful! Enjoy the family time. Get their stories!
Beautifully written. Love to you.
Congratulations Carrie. Glad you and STM are in a good place.
I hope the garbage trucks came by now!
I love reading this!
Any sign of that truck?
We've moved to a new place in our old relationship, one of peace, acceptance, true love. Not the clingy, needy, resentful, co-dependent, bullshit love. True. Love. Doesn't mean he doesn't drive me straight up a tree MOST of the time. But I love him. He loves me. We love each other.
You nailed it.
As always, your words and life are inspiration!
God, I love hearing this. And I get it, too, Carrie - in a similar place with mine, so, I just get it, that's all.
Would that we had a WUG to go to!
I echo Michelle, I wish you garbage trucks and especially an ice cream truck, pronto!
That is, indeed, good news. Congratulations.
Here's to early garbage trucks!
I think I saw all of you in the stands when I was watching.......
Love you
Suzy
I love your WUG stories! I hope you have good weather and lots of fun.
Sounds like a very good place to be in your relationship. What a journey!
Hope the garbage truck didn't disappoint.
XOXOX
xoxoxo
That's cool.
So great to hear this. Really happy for you.
Big Love.
:)
I like the sound of this. Happiness.
That picture is so lovely. It looks so much like where I grew up. So lush. It makes me think how much I kind of hate where we live right now...ug. *sigh* I really need to figure out what we are going to do. Maybe post more pictures for me! ;)
:)
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