I’ve determined that my wife is the antithesis of a muse for playing good poker. Because I won AGAIN. That is twice since she left. And, twice in my WHOLE LIFE.
Well, seeing as how my wife is my muse for many many other things, I will talk about those instead since I’ve made my poker winning announcement. (I promise, no more grandiose announcements / bragging, it is just pretty cool that I finally won one, and then won a Monday night game the next day)
My wife is awesome. She is doing wonderful things to try to help her sister and brother-in-law. And it is a tall order, because they have some really bad patterns in their lives and marriage. Good thing some of it is stuff we have already worked to break in our relationship that her mother and father modeled very very poorly for their kids. I miss her a lot. I enjoy spending time w/ single guys again, just hanging out, playing cards, and all that jazz. But I still miss her.
Also, it doesn’t help that spring is starting, and I love going for walks in the spring with her, enjoying the smells that don’t resemble salt, or very dry air. I like taking her places she enjoys so we can spend time together and I can watch her smile. She makes me want to sing of joy when she is here, and sit in a corner staring at the wall when she is gone.
That is about enough sap for me.