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Thursday
Jan122006

A Month Is A Long Time

I cried.
He cried.
Max whimpered.
And then he was gone. His van, loaded with band members and Donny Pizza Sauce, vanishing into a haze of dirty smoke that burped from it's noisy exhaust pipe.

We stayed at the window long after he disappeared. Long after the mosquito buzz of the foreign engine dissolved into the quiet roar of city life.

By and by I slid the window closed with an air of resolve. It was then that the quiet erupted into incessant screaming. Max could hear it too. Ears twitching like an epileptic, he trained his milk chocolate eyes on me and cocked his head, wondering what I would do next.

A month is a long time

I could gain ten pounds in a month.
I could lose ten pounds in a month.
I could grow underarm and leg hair as long as his in a month.
I could finish my book in a month.
I could watch so much TV I forget how to socialize in a month.
I could not wash my hair and be well on my way to Ani DiFranco dreads in a month.
I could eat so much Thai Tai take-out I forget how to cook in a month.
Paris Hilton could be engaged to a new boyfriend in a month.
Lindsay Lohan could develop bulemia (again) and deny it (again) in a month.
Star Jones could shrink three more sizes until it looks as if her saggy skin is melting off her body like a brown wax candle in a month.
I could fall more in love with him in a month.

As I write this our Max whimpers intermittenly, then pads hopefully to the window in search of his Poppers.

I have an uncomfortably legitimate suspicion that it was the saying goodbye to Max part that prompted The Surge's tears.

Reader Comments (5)

Gosh, I so wish you could come home for a minute whilst your husband is away, and of course bring maxer so's the spliffer and he could chase deer together.... but I know, work, committments, and the like. I cry bullshit to it all!!!
January 12, 2006 | Unregistered Commentermama
i hate goodbyes, even if they're temporary. wait, your mom reads your blog?
January 13, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterjoey
yes I do.
January 13, 2006 | Unregistered Commentermama
It could be worse, he could be going off to war. How do those families handle that and stay sane, I wonder? I could never do it.

Then again, neither could I have done what Paul and Linda McCartney did -- the only time they spent apart was when he was in jail for pot possession.

Love balancing is difficult. Good luck to you.

janet
January 13, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterjls
My mom does not want to read my blog! She would rather stay out of that part of my life! Mean huh!
You go mama for facing up to all these issues Monica has that she needs to get off her chest! You can tell that you love your daughter VERY much!
Btw, had dinner with my mom last night, she actually came to my town! It was nice, she spent the whole time talking about all her menses and I spent the whole time telling her she is a big whore! Very healthy don't ya think!
January 13, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterJen

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