look, we're art.

you had called me on tuesday, right when i needed it. any earlier, and i would not have been able to answer the phone. i’m glad i found this interactive airplane (as part of a larger exhibit across the entire neighborhood) when i did, not long after your call.

i can’t wait until you can see this.

if you had one phone call left with a loved one before months would go by without hearing your voice, what would you want to tell them?

what would you want them to hear?

would you fill the time with mindless chatter, as though nothing were changing?  or would you fill it with age-old clichés that mean so much, yet they don’t even quite come close to what you’re feeling?  or would you sit on the line in silence, listening to each other breathing and holding back the sadness of distance?

i don’t even know where to begin.

i wanted to go to bed early.  and what am i doing?

uploading photos to flickr for project365.

• did i put away my laundry?  no.
• did i clean my room?  or bathroom?  no.
• did i talk to aaron?  yes!

yes, it’s true.  he’s back from being out to sea for about two weeks.  we’ve got two more weeks [or so] until deployment.  i am not looking forward to deployment.  six months away at sea.  we’ve been together for six months.  thank goodness i’ve got wonderful groups of friends and family.

photos are done, time to caption.  then passing out time.

i really gotta stop blogging right before bed.