Days are measured out, measured out, measured with vitamin supplements*

I came home on Sunday and Dani was in the middle of packing. She’s almost done her summer course and will be returning home to work for the summer before heading out to her internship in the fall. I’d been trying to avoid the fact that my roomie will be leaving me soon, but it’s hard to ignore that when the boxes are stacked up and the cupboards that were formerly stuffed are bare. I’ve started to unpack my own things (predominantly kitchen things which I couldn’t bear to part with during the Purge of ’06), which I had left packed up since I moved in here, as we’ve been using all of Dani’s kitchen things and there really was no need to use two toasters/kettles/sets of cutlery/etc. at a time. It’s been fun finding some of the things that I forgot I even owned, but it’s got an overtone of saddness, because it’s another reminder that Dani’s leaving**.

I went into the bathroom the other day and saw a lineup of vitamin supplements. Dani always puts her vitamin supplements out on the counter for the week. When I looked at them, it hit me that those supplements represent the few days left before she leaves. And that made me sad.

All I can do now is enjoy the last few days we have. We are going out for dinner tomorrow and on Tuesday, her last day here a bunch of us are going to go out to some as of yet undetermined location for drinks and chilling. And possibly crying. Boo.

*with my apologies to the Crash Test Dummies.

**it also doesn’t help that some of the things remind me of my past life, which I’ve been doing a good job of relegating to its proper place (i.e., the past)

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  • Er, I know you’re a scientist and all, but your apologies ought to go to go Mr. Eliot first, and the Crash Test Dummies second:

    “For I have known them all already, known them all—
    Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
    I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
    I know the voices dying with a dying fall
    Beneath the music from a farther room.”

    I’ve been trying to memorize the whole thing, but I get distracted after the first page or so.


  • 🙁

    Hate saying good bye, especially to those close by… But it’s not forever!

    The reminders of future partings and passed pasts are not so much with the fun-times. (Whoops, I had written “gun-times”! Better not be gun-time…)

    Stay cheery, deary!


  • Darren – Well, my apologies to Mr. Eliot! Being a scientist is no excuse for not knowing literature!

    Kelly – Don’t even get me started on the gun times!


  • I’ll let you off the hook this time, but if I hear you saying that you love that clever, original musical hook in Gwen Stefani’s “Rich Girl”, you’re in serious trouble.


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