Stuff stuff stuff

We all have stuff.  Some of us have more stuff than others.  Some of us have different types of stuff than others.  There is physical "stuff", mental "stuff", emotional "stuff" and probably even imaginary "stuff".  We have lots and lots of stuff.  Roger has tools, and cars, and boat type stuff.  I have books, and computers, and clothes and shoes type stuff.  Then of course we have a lot of other stuff.  This morning we were faced with emotional stuff due to some physical stuff.  (I just used the word stuff 13 times in one paragraph!  Talent, huh?)  Roger received a call first thing this morning from the woman who owns the marina where we have our boat docked.  She was calling us because she had not one, but two potential buyers for our boat.  Great, right????  Well, Yes and No.  With the call and following the call came a torrent of emotions for us both.   You see, we KNOW we need to sell the boat and have every intention of selling it....but we also were very much looking forward to enjoying it one last season. 

You probably are saying, "So?  Don't sell it.  What's the big deal-e-o?"  Yes, you are right.  I said the same thing.  Roger so aptly put it, "It could take us several years to sell our boat. And I don't want *you* to have to deal with that.  Knowing how long this process could take...you don't just say 'no' to TWO potential buyers."   Well, yah, sure.  That all makes sense. Good rational thinking.   It does NOT however make the hurt in my heart hurt any less.  The boat is Roger.  There is nothing which embodies him or his spirit as much as the boat.  (our house would be a close second)  The boat is "our" place.  We have always gone there and stress just leaves.  Its peaceful.  Its...us....  Even as I type that, I also know its just STUFF.  Right?  Just stuff.  Memories can be made anywhere.  No matter how many times I say "its just stuff"....the thought of selling it now, makes me sad and makes Roger sad.

The day was relatively quiet for the most part. Roger had to rest a couple times.  I worked remotely and I had a doctor's appt.  As I was leaving for the appt, Roger called out "have fun".  WHAT?  What?  A) its a doctor's appt...those are NEVER fun, and B) it was the crotch doctor (sorry, Dad.  I mean OB/GYN...he thinks my sense of humor is a little off sometimes).  Have fun?  I promptly told Roger he wasn't funny and left in a huff. 

Projects are ticking away.  Eric has been helping with the physical projects (stuff) around the house and down at one of our rental properties.  We think we MIGHT have a buyer for our second rental.  It kinda feels like every time we cross something off the list....another item adds to the top. Roger and I both have different priority levels for the projects.  I no sooner move something to the top of the list when I find Roger has de-prioritized it.  Ugghhhhh.  Classic male female....or rather classic husband wife. 

Roger, has been, as is the case so many nights napping most of the evening this evening.  When he wakes briefly, we've been talking about the boat, about the trip to England, about our cat, and then about nothing at all. 

Roger's skin on his head is finally starting to look a little (LITTLE) less angry.  He is now faced with the ever familiar itch after a really bad sunburn.  We are still putting burn cream on his head 3 times a day.  This morning when I was patting the cream all around his head, a bit of skin flaked off his head and fell onto his t-shirt.  We both paused for a startled moment.  He said, "oops, I think that was some of my head."  I responded with an involuntary, "eeeewwwww."  And then we both just giggled.  Ok, so we're not "right" .  What's new.  We have to laugh at life's little moments even if those moments are a little creepy or wildly inappropriate.  :-)

xxooxx, a & r