I made a difficult phone call today. I won’t go into what it was about right now. I’ll go into it later. I’ve been apprehensive about it, but also thought it would only be the first step in a process. I thought everything would take longer. I thought it would be like applying for food stamps or dealing with tax issues.
Instead, it was easy. I got the information I needed for the next steps. I wasn’t ready emotionally for that.
I was sitting in the outdoor seating area of a local café, not the ideal place to be hit with a wave of feeling.
I walked back to the house, told Sarah about the call, and then retreated to the porch with a glass of whiskey and some Cup Noodles. I sort of cried, but not really. I watched an episode of 30 Rock, then dozed off with my head knocked back.
The downstairs cat showed up and woke me up with meows. This is the second time today that he’d come upstairs hoping to fight with the cats up here. I shooed him off. Not today, pal.
The phone call is done, but now I’m waiting for a response. Things have been kicked off in ways that I’m not sure I totally want, but maybe need. It’s a little scary, but probably necessary. Things might be put to rest. Or not. One never knows. If nothing else, it will be interesting.
Staying tuned....