More to Love

Foro and I are on the road today. We’re on the train to where I work, for: lunch with a colleague, a meeting with the director, and the annual end of school year meeting. Then Foro and I’ll go to my partner’s place.

I think this is the most enjoyable part of the sabbatical (or am I just someone who thinks that what I’m doing now is always the best thing to do?) The last few days I wake up, do yoga and write. I do a few chores or empty a box or two, putting my apartment back together. I make and eat healthy food. I work on some thing that I want to find or get done: deciding on a new printer, looking for things that disappeared during the rental period, or I telephone or go see a friend.

My few days back in the village have been very nice so far. My partner came over the weekend and we did some nice climbs and either ran into or arranged to see friends afterwards. I’ve run into people I like in the village, and ate with my newish friends on the other side of the village. I feel good. The weather hasn’t been too wonderful, but it’s better for writing.

My partner is unhappy with his hair. He’s losing it. It’s an age thing. On my end, I looked at myself in a mirror while doing yoga this morning, and while I may weigh the same as always (which not as easy, I have to work at it), that weight is not all in the same place as before. I have a belly. So we complement each other. He has less hair to love, and I have more belly.

Foro is also getting an old man paunch. It doesn’t make him any less adorable, so I’m hoping that goes for me and my partner. It does, right?