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Today after work, I was lucky to have had a conversation with my Princess before she went to bed. She stayed up late to talk to me (remember the 7 hour time zone difference?), and I even was able to finish another book with her (“So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish” by Douglas Adams).

I do miss her, every day we are apart. But as us romantics like to say, we are never really apart – bonded forever as we are. So, I gathered by last strength of the day, and walked back outside – into the hot, humid air just waiting to really bother me – and did the following:

• Filled an old trash can with trimmed branches, vines and other yard waste and set it out front for pickup tomorrow
• Brought around two other bags full of yard waste for pickup
  
• Transferred eight corn plants from the starter box to two outside planting boxes
  

Once that was done and I was back inside, I made a ‘Yard Waste’ sign for the big trash can and popped out again to affix it so the pickup crew will take its contents(as if it was not obvious).

Finally back inside for the night, I:

• Showered
  
• Made supper, which was buckwheat with feta cheese and a tomato (milk then apple juice to drink)
  
• Relaxed and watched a bit of a movie while eating
  
• Wrote this post to the blog
  

See, working on the yard and eating foods cooked Eastern European style as my sweet wife has taught me was on purpose! The outside work, especially growing food is a reminder of my gardening with my father while growing up, and currently of the dacha where my in-laws grow a lot of their food. The boiling of whole buckwheat seeds and eating that with fresh yummy feta cheese and a tomato is exactly how my wife likes it.

I enjoy doing these things, both for their direct value (aesthetics of our yard, and the pleasing of my stomach), and their value as reminders of my wonderful life, with my wife. (Yes that rhymed, I noticed also.)

Today’s SURVIVAL TIP: Do things while apart that you have done or will do together. Let it remind you of all the good times you have had, and will have again.

Love to all, especially my Princess.

dewa mata
:-*

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Just not soon enough…

Welcome to the home stretch, as it were. Yes, I should be more excited that – if all continues to go smoothly – my wife and I will be permanently reunited in a few short months.

But there are still a few ‘complications’ to deal with before the glorious day arrives. Let us see:

A – Need to clean up the inside of the house. This is needed to not only look like a home versus pig-sty bachelor pad, but also to make room for the additional volume of clothing and books my wife will be bringing over the ‘big pond’. To me, the more important is the books rather than the clothes, since I prefer my Princess ‘au naturale’ as often as possible. (Yes dear, this is one of my rare exceptions and I have, in fact, just used a French term.

B – Need to fix the outside of the house. Two main issues, not insurmountable by any means – the shingles need replacing, and the yard needs more grass, less weeds and more flowers and vegetables. Okay, the second one is really a series, but you get the idea. It is hard to get started on that two, because it has been raining so often that things do not dry out enough to allow much yard work anyway.

C – Need to really start looking for a job for Princess. She wants to start right away of course, and if we can get a few interviews over with before she arrives (via Skype or something), or at least schedule them, then we will be in good shape.

D – Need to add more shelving inside the home for our ever-expanding library of books, dictionaries and magazines – in various languages!

E – Need to start to accept the idea of having a child soon. Panic! We both agree that ‘practicing’ making babies is lots of fun and good exercise, but an actual pregnancy followed by 18 years of TLC is still in our minds as more work and trouble than joy and happiness. I am sure, however, that this opinion will change once we get past the first year or so of raising our initial offspring. I know my wife will be an awesome mother. (Yes, she has told me I will be a great father also.)

F – Need to get more sleep too. I keep staying up late doing various things that should either be done earlier, on the weekend, or not at all. Like this! (should have been done earlier)

Love life, love my wife, and love my whole family – since 2009 on both sides of ‘The Big Pond’.

dewa mata.
:-*

I hold my sweetheart’s hand whenever possible, inside and out, every day I can.

Today’s informal poll of “Across the Big Pond” readers:

Do you hold hands?

Whether you are a new couple, young couple, long-term married couple, couple with grandkids, or just close friends… do you hold hands?

I bet representatives of all those types of couples, and many more I have not listed, all hold hands – at least at the beginning. How many still do when they are 80 years old and out for a walk?

I read recently that the reason couples hold hands is to show everyone else that they are ‘taken’ and unavailable to anyone thinking of coming between them. I personally do not agree to this and think that is the most shallow reason to be holding hands!

Why? Because I want to be close to her. I think you would agree that touching your loved ones is as close as you can get, physically. The emotional bond is another story, but even that is enhanced by touching.

I want to feel the soft skin of my Princess. I want to feel it every day. I need it. I need her. She is a part of me now and forever and I am so in love that I need to reinforce and build upon our bond, as often as possible, by tactile means at a minimum.

I want her to feel my warmth in many ways daily: my arms wrapping around in a hug; my lips on hers as we kiss; my hands on her back and feet for massage… and most importantly, my hand in hers every time we walk together. Every time, no matter how short the walk or what age we are.

Hand-holding is not for anyone else to see or care about. This is just for us. We are a couple, bonded, lovers and soul mates forever. Nothing keeps us apart, ever. Not even governments with their silly rules.

The next time you see a couple on the street walking together, maybe even it will be you and your love, think of the holding of hands as a personal and loving choice just to be touching each other. It is not a sign for others to stay away.

Dewa mata.
:-*

P.S.: Another item I read a while back said that some study was conducted that said women need to be physically touched at least 11 times a day to maintain a positive outlook, feel good about themselves, feel cared for and protected, etc. I can see some of you less romantic guys picking a random finger and using it to poke your girl 11 times and calling it good. I trust that most readers of this, of both sexes, think more deeply than that and come up with many better ways of contact. I need just as many touches myself, and I am not afraid to say so.

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The Elements: A Poem

THE ELEMENTS:

EARTH – From the bosom of Gaia we come,
WATER – Enabler of life; quencher of thirst,
WIND – Messenger of weather; spreader of seed,
FIRE – Nature’s renewer; cooker of food,
PRINCESS – The fifth element; sacred storehouse of LOVE.

(for my sweetheart, 11 Jan. 2011.)

Thank you for this day with you, and for being my fifth element, Princess.

dewa mata

“Ooh, kinky!” You might say. “Not performing then?” You could reply. Wrong on both counts.

My clever title may have you thinking the wrong thing, but at least you are thinking right? Sex sells. Proven once again. But the title does indeed relate to today’s post. Read on…

What do you do when you finally are in bed and ready – for sleep? Do you just fall asleep? Do you lay in one position, then another, and yet another – fighting all night for rest and then slogging through the following waking hours?

In our case, we talk. And talk. And talk. About the day’s events. About the stars in the sky. About our plans (for children, a new house, the next week). About everything.

We will kiss each other, embrace each other, smile at each other, massage each other (love this one!), all the while talking about anything and everything. Why do we not just follow nature and close our tired eyes? Because we love each other so much.

This may be very different and hard for you to accept. In fact, you may call it silly or at least irrational. My Princess and I love each other and value our time together to such a degree that we literally dislike (hate is a strong word) falling asleep when there is so much left (it shall always be) to discuss, explain, politely argue (particularly about linguistic matters) and share.

It is as if we expect we will forget to bring it up the next day (not that uncommon a view) or we believe it is so important it cannot wait, or even we may not wake up the next day at all, and so it must be voiced now. The last thought about not waking up is a valid one. Yes, the chances are very low that one or both of us kick-the-bucket overnight, but not zero.

So, invariably we start with a couple innocent comments and a full-blown conversation erupts. Major issues, minor details and even irrelevant banter follow and serve the dual purposes of information sharing and keeping the sandman at bay. This can go on for over an hour at times.

Eeven after a conversation has reached a logical end, I will bring up a topic just to stall before falling asleep. I will comment on the fact that it is so hard to get to sleep embracing each other because one arm is always getting pinched or must be left in a semi-uncomfortable position, leading to – you guessed it, no sleep!

Expecting you to say, I am, that we are a new couple and this effect will wear off soon enough. Well, at the three-year mark of knowing each other and having more than a year straight within this time frame of living together, I can truthfully say it has not worn off. I expect it never will.

If my wife and I were sleeping in the same bed tonight – as we would prefer- we would converse a while as usual.

And I like it that way.

Dewa mata.
:-*

P.S.: Thank you for this day, Princess. I thought about you and us, often.