Monday, January 30, 2006
Married 23 years. Or not... Part of the application process towards gaining American citizenship -- something that hubby after 21 years in America is seeking (for pure practical purposes) -- is documenting every single trip you have taken outside of the U.S. since your gained permanent residency. Well thank god for stamps in your passport (even so some countries were lax e.g. Greece and we'll never be able to resurrect dates on those). It turns out that over the last twenty-one years here in America hubby has been on business trips that add up to close to two years away from home. Anna Bloviations noted that three of those business trips were over Anna Bloviations' birthday. One trip missed the son's birthday. Countless others fell over important soccer games, swim meets, teacher meetings, and the daily mundane doings of family life. But such is life when you work for the fickle software industry. Step up to the plate or you're gone. And even if you step up to the plate you may also be gone...
Gone again. Maybe, maybe not. The latest software company for which hubby works is in flux. The good news is that after all these years we have built up a hardened resilience that will get us through whatever may come down the pike. But it takes its toll. Or maybe not. There is an expression a good friend of ours imparted to us years ago: "Once you've crossed the Atlantic, you're always on the wrong side..." In other words, if you are the kind of person who has the balls to start a new life somewhere completely different you are by nature likely the person who is always crossing some kind of proverbial 'Atlantic'. It is seemly our destiny not to know continuum for more than a couple of year's stretch. And so we may begin again.
Random Notes:
Gone again. Maybe, maybe not. The latest software company for which hubby works is in flux. The good news is that after all these years we have built up a hardened resilience that will get us through whatever may come down the pike. But it takes its toll. Or maybe not. There is an expression a good friend of ours imparted to us years ago: "Once you've crossed the Atlantic, you're always on the wrong side..." In other words, if you are the kind of person who has the balls to start a new life somewhere completely different you are by nature likely the person who is always crossing some kind of proverbial 'Atlantic'. It is seemly our destiny not to know continuum for more than a couple of year's stretch. And so we may begin again.
Random Notes:
- sorry Jill Carroll but stop sobbing. You are a big girl who made a big girl decision. Live by it. Or, sorry, die by it.
- Kerry. Kiss any presidential aspirations you may have had goodbye. Bad call on the no-win filibuster.
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