Monday, February 14, 2005

Maybe things are o.k.

He did it. He sent me flowers. Of course this time he knew when to do it. And I needed them today. I really, really needed them. It's been a horrible day, until now. Of course I'm crying because it's all overwhelming at the moment. But it will settle down. Let me share my day with you.
Woke up at 5 a.m. in a coughing fit. Got up for a bit and went back to bed at 5:45. Heard a dripping sound around 7:45. Thought I might have left the faucet on or something. No such luck. Turns out my waterbed sprung a leak. (Don't laugh, I happen to LOVE my waterbed - that is until today.) Wondering how the heck this happened. But first had to scurry to get towels because despite having a liner that is "supposed" to hold all the water, it, too has a bit of a leak. Found the leak and it was in a place that couldn't be fixed until the bed was mostly drained. The only hose I have is about 1000 feet long. (o.k. that might be an exaggeration) I have absolutely no idea where my patch kit is. I have to wait until Walmart opens at 9:00 and go get a shorter hose and hopefully a patch kit. Found a 10 foot extension hose that was pefect, but no waterbed patch kit. I know they used to have waterbed stuff, but I guess they really are going out of style. So I come home, start the draining process. Then I decide to do some cleaning since the day in bed is shot. My hand gets pinched in the folding attic stairs when I had to go up and get some boxes. Now I have a blood blister on my palm. An area of my floor in the bedroom is now soaking wet. I finally figure out that if I put pans down to catch the water that is dripping it is much better. I head to Amarillo to get a patch kit. Come home. Put the patch on. Use up all my towels soaking up water. Have to wait 8 hours before I can fill my bed again. In the meantime, it's still not fully drained because it's one of those beds that has the foamy stuff inside so it's not full motion. I've done the best I can to get the water up from the liner and bottom of the mattress, but without some major muscle, I can't get all of it. I'll try to get Josh to help me when he gets home.
I was beginning to doubt whether Marty would have remembered to do something for Valentine's day. But sure enough, as soon as I was distracted and on the phone, the doorbell rang. A dozen roses. The card said "I love you. Happy Valentine's day." And I'm so thankful for it. It's not the flowers per se... though they are indeed beautiful, but it truly is the thought that counts. I needed to know that I'm still loved given all the crazy thoughts I've had lately. So maybe things aren't as screwy as I thought. Maybe there is some hope. Maybe I really can believe in love again.

2 comments:

Cin said...

Awww, I am sorry to hear you had such a crap day. But, I am glad that he did send you flowers. Take care, I hope things get better for you. :)

Andrew said...

Congratulations on the flowers. I hated to hear that about your waterbed though. I gave Alaine a M*A*S*H the original movie DVD as that is her favorite and she has just purchased a DVD player last week. I also gave her a basket filled with Burt’s Bees personal care stuff that she was absolutely thrilled about. I also got a nice card. I was trying my best to be a good boyfriend and be thoughtful. I think I did okay for this year at least. 8^)